by Van © 2024
		Chapter 3

Cat was not a happy camper.  Being callously stretched on a torture-rack and left to marinate overnight with her only entertainment gazing at her naked and artistically bound and gagged lover was not the sort of rollicking fun she'd been expecting when she agreed to accompany said lover on her Amberdale Castle vacation/homecoming.  This sort of diversion was supposed to be a bout of kinky and/or naughty restraint (not to exceed one hour) topped off with a little "innocent" snogging and/or shagging, and then it would be back to "normal."  But... all night??  The time factor was waaaaay off.  And if Cat's voice hadn't been stifled by having two pairs of thong-panties stuffed in her mouth (Pru's and her own), then sealed in place with a folded and tightly tied hankie, she would have had a lot to say about it, and none of it would be particularly polite!

And speaking of time... they (Cat and Pru) had already been languishing for more than the traditionally sanctioned hour... and who knew how many more hours of languishing they were going to have to endure!   It was unacceptable!  Patently reprehensible!  Not fun!  Unfortunately, lying naked on her back with her wrists and ankles trapped in the rack's pillories/stocks was Cat's only option... just as being stringently and inescapably bound with a web of taut hemp rope (with the final rope tugging on her hoo-haw, giving her an incarcerating wedgie, and possibly keeping her up on tiptoe) was Pru's only option.  This extended iteration of The Game was mandatory for both of them.

Cat continued languishing.

Pru did as well.

There was a minor plus to their situation.  In Cat's opinion Pru had never looked hotter than she did right now... and while the passage of time did nothing to diminish her lover's naked, bound, and gagged erotic pulchritude... the tableau was starting to get a little... monotonous.  Even stunning erotic visions can get old when you're naked, bound, and gagged.  Who knew?

For a while Cat passed the time by composing a hypothetical Yelp review for the castle.  She thought up several biting negative comments and hoped she'd remember the best of them when the chance finally came to actually write something down.  In any case, she seriously doubted Amberdale Castle was registered on Yelp and soon tired of the exercise.

And then, Cat realized she actually did have an option available: she could take a nap.

So... after a lingering (and frustrating) final gaze at her captive lover... Cat closed her eyes, stilled her mind, and composed herself.  It was a yoga technique that had served her well when she was trying to sleep after a hectic modeling job or a particularly tumultuous and challenging day on a movie or TV set.

Seconds ticked by... followed by more seconds... until finally...

~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ zzzzzzz... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~

Thunk!  Creeeee...

Cat opened her eyes, blinked a few times, then lifted her head.

The heavy wooden door was open and Hannah and Brie had returned to the scene of their hideous crime!

Also (and significantly) the nefarious Estate Business Manager and wicked Castle Tours Manager had changed out of their former business attire and into... flimsy negligees!  Obviously, they were ready for bed.  So why were they in the Rack Chamber and not in their respective bedrooms?  Obviously they had something to do... but what?

"Mrrrrf?" Cat inquired.

"Mmmf?" Pru added.  (Apparently she was also curious.)

By the way, both nighties were very skimpy examples of the "babydoll" style of sleepwear and were very nearly transparent.  Hannah's was ivory while Brie's was baby-blue.  Actually, the "garments" were more like strategically placed but woefully inadequate attempts to preserve their modesty utilizing ivory and baby-blue wisps of smoke, respectively.  They really were flimsy.

Also, it had always been obvious that both women were in excellent physical shape, but now Cat had absolutely no doubt.  They were also very sexy.

Cat gazed at her lover's big sister.  She had always considered Pru's boobs to be very pleasing in shape, but most assuredly they were not voluminous.  It was a sterling example of the triumph of quality over quantity, and now Cat could see that Hannah's boobs, on the other hand, were even more modest.  They were definitely there and pleasing in shape, but even more worthy of the term "pert" than her little sister's A-cups.

As for the evil and/or villainous Brie... the blue-eyed beauty's boobs were decidedly more than pert.  They were at least as big as Cat's... maybe... probably... and they certainly qualified as pleasing.  In point of fact, every boob in the Rack Chamber was pleasing, all eight of them.  All four pairs.

Cat could hear a very subtle syncopated slapping sound as the returning wicked villainesses strolled forward.  From her position on the rack Cat couldn't see the floor (and therefore anybody's feet), but she surmised Hannah and Brie were wearing slippers.  Also, both nightie-clad beauties had their long hair tied back in loose ponytails using narrow ribbons that matched their negligees in color.

Hannah smiled down at Cat.  "You didn't really think we were going to leave you down here all night, did you Catherine?"

"I did," Brie purred.  "Leave her here all night, I mean."

Hannah ignored her fellow villainess as she strolled around to the far side of the rack.  She reached down and fiddled with something under the table/bed that Cat couldn't see (of course)—Click-thunk!—then turned the adjustment wheel clockwise a few degrees.  Click-click-click-click.

Cat wasn't quite as stretched as she'd been before... which she begrudgingly conceded was a good thing; however...

Smiling sweetly (meaning like a sadistic witch) Brie leaned closed, gripped Cat's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and gave them a rude (but not excessively painful) squeeze!

Cat winced and complained (on general principles).  "Mrrrrrf!"

"Hannah's going to release your wrists," Brie explained  "Then, I'm going to tie them together behind your back, and you're going to let me do it."  Smiling her disturbingly wicked smile, she nodded at Pru.  "Otherwise, I'll pinch your girlfriend's nipples, and this time I'll really pinch them."  She shifted her smile back to Cat.  "Are you going to be a good girl?  Or do you want to watch me punish Pru's tiny little titties?"

"Just cooperate, Catherine," Hannah suggested with a grin.  "It's getting late and some of us have to work in the morning."

Cat heaved the expected gagged sigh, blinked her eyes... and nodded.  At least things were finally moving along.

Hannah released Cat's wrists, she sat up on the rack—wincing as the joints of her literally racked body complained at the return of even this much mobility—then allowed Brie to bind her wrists together behind her back, palm-to-palm with a hitch taken around her hands that was also tightly tied around her thumbs!  Obviously, Brie felt the need to continue showing off her finely honed rigging skills at every possible opportunity. 

While this was happening, Hannah had strolled to her little sister, released the far end of the waist-crotch-wedgie-rope from its overhead iron ring, then stooped and untied Pru's ankle and other leg bonds.  She tossed each newly available coil of thin hemp to Brie as she worked her way up to Pru's crotch (but did not untie the pussy-and-butt-crack-cleaving rope).

Meanwhile, the smiling, blue-eyed, and dark-haired beauty (Brie) was using Pru's former ropes to continue exercising her fondness for overly intricate bondage at Cat's expense.  As Pru's lower bonds melted away, Cat's upper-body-bonds grew and elaborated.  In a surprisingly short time...

Pru's legs were free from her ankles to her upper thighs with the crotch-rope and the rest of the "sadistic" box-tie crafted by Brie completely intact.  She was no longer tethered in place by vertical ropes linking the nexus of ropes behind her back to one of the overhead rings, but the coiled end of the crotch rope was clutched in her big sister's hand.  That meant, of course, that even the absurd possibility of Pru scampering away through the open doorway and disappearing into the maze of corridors beyond (in naked, bound, and gagged "freedom") was completely off the table.

Meanwhile, on the table (or rack, to be precise) Cat's ankles were still locked in the lower pillory/stocks and she was still sitting upright on the smooth wooden surface.  Her wrists, thumbs, and hands remained tied behind her back, palm-to-palm, but now her elbows were lashed together as well, her waist was bound to her forearms, and her upper arms were pinned to her torso by horizontal bands of rope above and below her breasts and diagonal ropes yoking her shoulders.  Everything was cinched tight, of course.  Not excessively tight, but the symmetrical matrix/web didn't really need to be all that tight.  The very idea of Cat wiggling her way out of Brie's latest masterwork was absurd, meaning impossible.  Finally, Brie looped a rope around Cat's neck, tied a non-compacting knot, then released her ankles and helped her climb down off the rack.

Cat and Pru stood side-by-side, both helpless, naked, resplendent in variations of Brie's superlative upper body rope-work, and gagged with two pairs of panties each and a hankie-cleave-gag and leather panel-gag, respectively.

Hannah exchanged Pru's crotch-leash for Cat's neck-leash... so now Pru was in Brie's custody and Hannah had control of Cat.

"Goodnight," Hannah wished her fellow nightie-clad villainess.

"Goodnight," Brie returned the courtesy.

And with that... they were off.  The naked, bound, gagged, and tethered lovers had time to exchange one last glance of pitiful longing... then Brie led Pru in one direction and Hannah led Cat in the other.

The Rack Chamber was now vacant, of course, and in need of a little tidying up.  Brie hadn't coiled the ropes she hadn't expended binding Cat, nor had she returned them to the cabinet.  Also, she'd left the rack's ankle pillory/stocks hanging open.  At some point somebody was going to have to return and set things right.  Nobody likes a messy Rack Chamber, least of all Lady Hardy.

Pru padded down the corridor in Brie's wake... then followed her up one of the spiral staircases.  Pru was still naked, bound, gagged, and decidedly grumpy, of course, and had little choice in the matter.  Her childhood friend and kidnapper was maintaining a firm and decidedly businesslike pressure on the crotch-rope-leash cleaving her butt cheeks and lady-bits.

Finally, as they climbed the steps, Pru decided enough was enough and had no choice but to give the blue-eyed miscreant a piece of her mind, gag or no gag.

"Mrrrrrpfh!"

"Quiet," Brie chuckled.  "You'll disturb the rats."

Very funny, Pru silently fumed.  It was no use trying to reason with a detestable evildoer like Sabrina Walker, especially when she was in full-on-villainess-mode and enjoying her perfidy.

Eventually (and in no way to Pru's surprise as she knew the castle's floor plan by heart), they arrived at Brie's bedroom.  The detestable evildoer opened the door and they crossed the threshold, then Brie led her prisoner/guest to the full-size, four-poster bed (with canopy)... released her hold on the crotch-rope-leash, and gave her a callous shove onto its neatly made surface.

Pru bounced and complained—"Mrrrrrf!"—then squirmed onto her side, folded her legs, and stared daggers at Brie as she strolled back to close the bedroom door and turn its lock.  Click!  Pru continued glowering as Brie returned to the bed... kicked off her powder-blue ballet slippers, then (still smiling her wickedly evil smile), climbed onto the bed and straddled Pru's helpless body.  The captive considered planting one of her knees where it would do the most good, but decided that while such an action might be satisfying, it would also be quite rude.  More importantly, although she knew Brie appreciated a good "joke" as much as the next villainess, she would immediately retaliate in an unpleasant (but not injurious) manner.  At the very least Pru would get a spanking, and the possibility of Brie bringing nipple clamps into the equation wasn't out of the question.

Still smiling her wicked smile (of course), Brie reached behind Pru's head, parted her tousled mop of auburn hair, unbuckled and removed the leather panel-gag, then carefully and gingerly extracted the panties stuffed in Pru's mouth... first one... then the other.

Pru licked her lips and swallowed, then resumed glowering at her captor.  "Your rigging has improved," she conceded (begrudgingly).

"Thank you," Brie purred.  "I've had lots of practice and chances to experiment."

"Grace and Lizzie?" Pru inquired.

"Especially Lizzie," Brie confirmed.

Pru raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.  "And Her Nibs is okay with that?"

Brie shrugged.  "Lady Paulina is fully aware.  In fact, she requires regular reports.  The continuing education of her daughters, especially her youngest, is one of her highest priorities."

Pru rolled her eyes, then turned her head and focused on the small, clear glass carafe of water on Brie's right bedside table.

Brie took the hint, climbed off Pru's body, reached over and filled the carafe's cover/drinking-glass, then held it to Pru's pouting lips so she could drink... which she did.

Pru then resumed glowering as Brie inverted the now empty glass back over the carafe.  "Untie me so I can show you how much my rigging has improved," the naked captive suggested.

"Dream on," Brie chuckled, then flipped Pru onto her stomach (and boobs), crossed her ankles, folded her knees back, and began using the crotch-rope to lash them together!

"Brieee!" Pru complained, but she didn't resist... much.  "Ow!  Stop!"  Brie had hauled in all the slack and incorporated the nexus of Pru's box-tie into the arrangement, crafting a truly stringent hogtie/box-tie!  "This is... inconsiderate," she grumbled.

"Isn't it though?" Brie purred.  "Downright uncharitable."  She then crawled on her hands and knees to the head of the bed, piled the pillows against the headboard, then reclined against the resulting backrest with her legs splayed and Pru's frowning lips several inches from her prominently displayed crotch.  The blue-eyed beauty then squirmed out of her virtually transparent blue panties, tossed then aside, and indicated her lady-bits and dark, neatly trimmed pubic thicket with a graceful gesture.  "You know what to do," she purred.

"Eat me," Pru huffed.

"No, Silly Goose," Brie grinned, "eat me."  She repeated the gesture.

Pru heaved a disgruntled sigh.  "And if I don't?"

"I've got a really nasty rechargeable zapper-wand in the bottom drawer there."  Brie flipped her wrist to indicate the left bedside table.  "It's more-or-less a scaled down cattle prod and is quite effective for motivating reluctant damsels.  I also have other tools of persuasion.  Don't make me use it... or them.  It might spoil the mood... for you"

"The mood," Pru scoffed.  It occurred to her that her childhood friend's idea of an entertaining game might be more emotionally complicated than the fun-with-rope and shagging she enjoyed with Cat.

"There's also the option of giving your big sister a call and asking her to torture your fellow miscreant," Brie added.  "I'm sure she'd do it.  She owes me several favors."

Pru continued glowering and making it clear she was reluctant to go to all the trouble of squirming all the way up to Brie's pussy and granting her a manifestly undeserved orgasm—especially with taut, narrow hemp rope sawing through her pussy and biting with every wriggle.

"Keep procrastinating," Brie purred, "and I'll first make you to squirm down to my right foot... suck on my toes for a while... then haul yourself over to my left foot and do the same... then squirm all the way up here and service my pussy."

Pru continued glowering.

"There's also the option of strapping a ring-gag in your pouting mouth and making compliance even more difficult," Brie added.

Pru rolled her eyes, heaved another sigh, then began the onerous task of slowly, carefully, gingerly working forward, inchworm fashion.  Just as she'd feared, Brie's masterfully crafted crossed-ankles-crotch-rope-box-tie-hogtie was a challenging impediment, progress was ponderous and slow, and her rope-cleaved crotch was being rubbed raw (and was also tingling).

At least I'm not being dragged around on the end of a crotch-leash, Cat thought as she padded after Hannah and towards her unknown immediate short term fate.  When last seen, Poor Prudence was being dragged to her unknown immediate short term fate on the end of a taut crotch-leash clutched in the cruel hand of The Evil Brie!

A neck-leash (such as Cat's tether) was much better, especially since her handler wasn't tugging on the thing and was setting a reasonable pace.  Cat might be naked, gagged, and with her upper body elaborately bound (which was The Evil Brie's handiwork), but nothing and nobody was tugging on her pussy.

And speaking of handling... what exactly did Cat's lover's big sister have in mind?  Exactly how much "handling" was on Hannah's agenda?  She'd said and was saying nothing on the subject.  Cat trudged along and stared at the back of her current captor in naked, bound, and gagged resignation and uncertainty.  And oh-by-the-way, from the rear, Hannah's resemblance to her little sister was striking... especially with respect to her firm rump.  Even Hannah's gait was similar to Pru's.  I wonder if there are any other willowy Reilly women with small-but-attractive tits and sexy butts in the area, Cat mused.

They climbed a spiral staircase... then trudged down a corridor and through a wooden door.  The hallway beyond was wider, had curtained windows, and much more posh furnishings than those found in either the servile maze or the dungeons down below, and none of the items were torture devices.  Obviously, they'd crossed the class boundary and had returned to the non-servant zone of the castle.

Hannah (and therefore Cat) continued down the hallway... then entered a water closet.  It had the same stone walls and "authentic" medieval ambiance as the rest of the castle, only with indoor plumbing in the form of an anachronistic commode and a small washbasin.  Cat was beginning to strongly suspect that whereas the site of Amberdale Castle might have been occupied all the way back to the time of the Romans, the current "castle" had received a major rebuild within the last century to century-and-a-half.  Electrical lighting without visible wires had been Cat's first clue, and now she was seeing a flushing toilet and a sink, both without exposed pipe runs.

Hannah smiled (with none of Brie's ominous Evil) and indicated the commode.  "Please feel free to relieve yourself," she offered (meaning ordered).

Cat didn't really need to go, but who knew when she might get another opportunity.  She padded over and sat... and succeeded in emptying her bladder.

Hannah watched the tinkling process (still smiling pleasantly)... then flushed the toilet, retrieved the end of Cat's leash and led her to the washbasin, wet a washcloth, then used it to thoroughly clean between the legs of her bound and gagged guest!

Arguably, scrubbing Cat's hoo-haw with damp terrycloth were the actions of a courteous and attentive hostess, but it was also highly intimate!  Cat refrained from squirming and struggling against her bonds, but at least a little fidgeting and blushing was inevitable, and it happened.

Then, Cat's blush deepened when (still smiling and with the leash back in her hand) Hannah pulled down her powder-blue, whisper-thin panties, sat on the commode, and emptied her own bladder.  She then rinsed the washcloth and used it to clean her crotch.

Hannah then pulled up her panties, gently spun Cat around, untied and removed her folded-hankie-cleave-gag... then spun her around again and plucked the thong panties from her mouth, both Pru's and Cat's own.

Cat swallowed, licked her lips, worked her jaws, and watched as Hannah filled a small glass at the washbasin and held it to her lips.  Cat drank a generous swallow... then licked her lips again.

"Thank you," Cat croaked.

"You're welcome," Hannah purred, then rinsed the washcloth a second time... and used it to scrub Cat's blushing face.  She took her time... what to Cat felt like a very long time... maybe as much as ten whole seconds!  Then, the damp (and slimy) thongs of Cat's former mouth-stuffing dangling from one hand and Cat's leash from the other, she led her prisoner from the WC and back into the hallway.

Cat decided to take further advantage of her newly regained voice.  "Are you taking me back to my room to untie me?"

"No," Hannah chuckled, "I'm taking you back to my room to not untie you... and here we are."  She opened a door and led Cat into a generously sized bedroom with a generously sized four-poster bed.  Obviously it was the "my room" Hannah had just mentioned.

"Why?" Cat demanded (whined).

"Why my bedroom, or why don't I untie you?"

Cat didn't dignify the taunting questions with a response.

Meanwhile, Hannah had led Cat to the bed and encouraged her to recline with a commanding but not overly violent shove.

"Hey!" Cat protested.

"We're in my bedroom so I can make sure nothing unfortunate happens to you during the night," Hannah explained, "and you're staying tied up because you disobeyed Lady Paulina's unequivocal and clearly communicated instructions.  You're still Her Ladyships' honored guest, of course, but it's my job to see that her directives are assiduously followed.  Who knows what additional mischief a discourteous visitor such as yourself might get up to?  You're still Her Ladyships' honored guest, of course, but you're staying tied up."

Cat rolled onto her side and watched as Hannah strolled to the bedroom door (swinging her hips), turned the lock—Click.—then returned to the bed and kicked off her slippers.  They were ballet slippers, by the way, and in a shiny ivory satin that more-or-less matched her nightie and hair ribbon.  Cat thought they looked very comfortable... and cute.  She continued watching (sullenly) as Hannah reached under her chin and untied the collar/leash rope... then crossed her ankles and used it to lash them together.  Flopping and rolling off the bed and hopping to freedom would now be a very iffy proposition, valuable only as comic relief, slapstick entertainment when she inevitably fell flat on her face.

Cat continued watching as Hannah opened the lower drawer of her left bedside table and extracted a wide roll of off-white medical tape and a compact pair of bandage scissors with one blunt tip... which wasn't at all ominous!  It remained ominous when Hannah climbed onto the bed, rolled Cat onto her back and bound arms, then straddled her bound body!  Cat's blush intensified and she blinked nervously as Hannah stripped a six to seven inch strip of tape from the roll, snipped it free with the scissors, then stretched it between her two hands with the adhesive side towards Cat.

Hannah smiled.  "I'll forgo stuffing your mouth with those nasty damp thongs if you promise not to make any noise," she offered.

Cat was still blinking.  She bypassed the stuffing issue and went straight to the key question.  "B-but if I promise to keep quiet, why do you need to tape my mouth at all?"

"Mainly for aesthetics," Hannah shrugged.  "Now... lips together."  Cat pouted but complied.  "Good girl," Hannah purred, pressed the stretched tape home, then smoothed Cat's now tape-covered lower face with her fingers.  "Excellent.  I just love the way your lips stand out in three dimensional detail with this kind of tape.  The results are so pretty.  She climbed off Cat, then the bed, returned the tape and scissors to the drawer, then climbed back onto the bed.  Still smiling, she pulled the covers out from under Cat, reclined against her side, then pulled the covers over both of their reclined forms.

Cat managed not to break her promise to not force noise past her allegedly pretty tape-gag, but it was a near thing.  Hannah's legs and feet were in contact with her own, and they were cold!  Not that cold, but cold, especially the feet.  Overall, Cat found herself in an "interesting situation."  She was naked, expertly and inescapably bound with thin hemp rope, and sharing a luxurious bed with her lover's nightie-clad and unarguably attractive 40-something big sister!  Cat was... unprepared... and mildly discombobulated.

And speaking of being unprepared... Hannah broke her embrace, leaned to the right, opened the top drawer of the bedside table, and—Cat's eyes popped to their maximum width!

Clutched in Hannah's hand was a torpedo or bullet style vibrator!  It had a metallic finish and was a pretty shade of jade-green!  And then, with a saucy and charmingly quirky grin, Hannah resumed her cozy and intimate full-body hug with Cat under the warm bedclothes—and she'd taken the green missile with her!

"Mrrrrrf!" Cat remarked (whined).  She couldn't help herself.

"Hush, you naughty girl," Hannah purred.  "You promised you'd be quiet, remember?  If you make me redo your pretty tape-gag with thong-stuffing, I just might add a pair of clover-clamps for your nipples as further punishment.  My favorite pair is in the same drawer where I keep my Green Weenie."

Cat blinked several times in alarm, but managed to keep silent.  Nipple-clamps had their place, but not on Cat's nipples and certainly not in Hannah's bedroom!  She assumed the "Green Weenie" Hannah had referenced was the jade torpedo.  Then—Hmmmmm!—Cat heard a faint, muffled sound emanating from under the covers!  It could only be the torpedo in question!  Obviously, Hannah had turned it on; however, and although there was some movement under the rustling covers, nothing was sliding against any part of Cat's anatomy, other than Hannah's feet, legs, and other parts of her smooth, firm body (including at least one breast), and they certainly weren't vibrating.

Hannah audibly gasped... Cat felt a shiver pass through her handler's body... and she realized what was happening: Hannah was using the torpedo to pleasure herself!  Here Cat had been bracing for having her lady-bits teased with the Green Weenie—had steeled herself to stoically endure the onerous ordeal of involuntary orgasm extraction—and Pru's big sister was teasing herself!

This went on for a very long time... possibly as long as twenty whole entire seconds... then—"Mrrrk!"—the buzzing tip of the torpedo slid against Cat's right inner thigh... slowly worked a vibratory path all the way up to her right labia... back down to her mid thigh again... then slowly up to her hoo-haw once again!  Then, Hannah transferred the humming device to Cat's left thigh!  The captive tried squirming away (halfheartedly), but she was tied up and helpless and Hannah was hugging her close and had her under control.  It was... horrible?  Yes, Cat decided to go with horrible!  And then... it stopped!

Not the vibrator.  The Green Weenie was still humming away; however, it was no longer humming against any part of Cat!

Hannah had gone back to pleasuring herself!  Over the next several minutes this settled into a pattern.  Hannah teased herself... Hannah teased Cat... Hannah teased herself... etc.  When it was Cat's turn to be the target of the Green Weenie, at first her thighs got most of the attention... then her thighs, lower tummy, and labia... and finally, mostly her labia... and clitoris!   As for what Hannah was doing to herself, Cat had no idea... not in any great detail anyway.

This was all taking an inordinate amount of time.  Minutes!  A lot of minutes!  More than enough time for Cat's body to start responding... against her will, of course.

Eventually, Cat was decidedly hot and bothered.  Mainly it was thanks to the vibrator, of course, but the bedclothes and Hannah's close proximity were also contributing factors.  Cat wiggled, squirmed, tugged and twisted in her bonds, and glowed... meaning sweated.  She was also flushed and panting, with her rope-framed breasts heaving under the covers and against Hannah's body!

Inevitably, Cat experienced a crashing orgasm... and soon thereafter... Hannah went rigid in the throes of what had to be an orgasm of her very own!

Finally, Hannah turned off the Green Weenie and returned it to its drawer, then turned out the bedside reading lamp and returned to snuggling with her guest/prisoner/victim.

Still sweaty and panting (as was Hannah), Cat closed her eyes and willed herself to relax and go to sleep.  As she drifted off Cat reflected that Hannah was just as wicked and randy as her little sister.

Obviously... wanton sexuality ran in the Reilly family.