next day was coffee, cereal with milk, and freshly squeezed
orange juice, significantly lighter than the pancakes, bacon,
and sausages of the day before. Kennedy was glad.
She wasn't really afraid of gaining weight, not with Lena's
exercise regime burning off the calories, but it paid to be
Vivienne announced that she was going to spend the morning
painting. Kennedy, of course, had her work cut out for
her. And however Lena planned to spend the time before the
ten o'clock exercise session, she kept it to herself.
Kennedy continued organizing and attempting to reconcile the
estate's records and preparing the spreadsheet for her own
inventory. She suspected she might not get to actually
recording the contents of the Castle's various rooms until late
that afternoon, or more probably, sometime tomorrow.
She was two hours into her efforts when she became aware of a
faint droning noise outside the Library window. It would
build in volume but never get too loud, then fade... then build
again. Curious, Kennedy saved her work on the laptop and
went to the window. The view through the glass and bars
was mostly forest, but if she stood on her toes and looked down
she could see the modest stretch of lawn surrounding the
Castle. An unknown woman was atop a riding mower and
making quick work of cutting said lawn. Even as Kennedy
watched, the rider—a slender, fit-looking woman with black hair
and brown complexion—was completing the task and driving the
mower towards the lake and out of Kennedy's sight. She was
dressed in boots, brown jeans, and an olive-green tank-top—and
then she was gone. Kennedy never did get a good look at
her face. She could still hear the drone of the mower, but
just barely. Apparently, the woman was cutting the grass
on the slope down to the lake.
Ten o'clock rolled around and Kennedy changed into her borrowed
black shorts and blue sports bra and hurried down to the
gym. Vivienne was already on the treadmill, dressed in the
same fuchsia shorts and black sports bra as yesterday and
trudging along at a quick walk that was probably the warmup for
"You're late," Lena noted. She was wearing a sleeveless
black leotard and a mildly accusatory expression.
"If I were you," Vivienne said from the running machine, "I'd
program Lena's schedule into your phone's alarm clock app, with
plenty of time to dress out and be down here waiting.
That's what I do."
"Two demerits!" Lena said with a smile, then pointed to the
exercise machine. "I have you down for an evaluation on
the machine, but since you missed the warm-up exercises, we'll
start with a minimal resistance circuit to serve the same
purpose, then add some weight."
"Uh, okay" Kennedy said as she padded to the machine. It
was a complicated monster, but she'd watched Vivienne use it
yesterday and managed to plant her butt on the padded seat and
place her hands and feet in the appropriate positions, leaving
her in the same seated spread-eagle with her elbows and knees
comfortably bent. There were padded grips for her hands,
padded bars across the backs and fronts of her wrists, similar
pads at her elbows, shoulders, knees, ankles, and above the
insteps of her feet. They were all positioned to oppose
her limbs as she did the various routines programmed into the
machine. Before her and to one side was a small
Lena had followed Kennedy to the machine and swiveled the screen
so it was facing her and mostly away from Kennedy. "Just a
second, and..." the tall blonde muttered under her breath as she
tapped her way through various menus—at least that's what
Kennedy thought she was doing. She couldn't really see the
screen. "There," Lena said as she tapped the screen a
final time and turned it back to face Kennedy.
The machine hummed to life and a rapid series of clicks and
thuds sounded and reverberated through the metal frame. At
the same time, the wrist and ankle pads tightened.
"Hey!" Kennedy gasped.
"Those are the safety restraints engaging," Lena explained, then
pointed to the screen. "The machine automatically
reconfigures for each part of the cycle, so just go with the
flow. At the same time, the screen will display an
animation of the next exercise. I've already programmed
the entire routine, so all you have to do is complete the
required number of reps. Then, the machine will
automatically reconfigure for the next exercise."
Kennedy tugged on the wrist pads, which were now more or less
wrist cuffs. "But—"
"The safety restraints will automatically release at the end of
the program," Lena added.
Kennedy continued struggling. She found her ankles were as
trapped as her wrists. The padding was comfortable, but
she was pinned in place! "But I—"
"I'm going to do some stair work in the Castle," Lena said,
ignoring Kennedy's protest, again, then turned and sprinted
"Wait!" Kennedy called ofter the disappearing blonde.
"I—" It was too late. Lena was gone.
"Don't worry," Vivienne said from the treadmill. The
machine had picked up the pace and Vivienne was now in a full
run. "If the machine goes berserk, I'll save you."
"How reassuring," Kennedy muttered. The screen was
displaying a cartoon figure performing leg lifts. Then, a
quiet ping sounded and the number "10" appeared in the
upper right corner of the screen. Kennedy took her clue
and lifted her legs. The machine allowed her to complete
the illustrated motion, the only resistance being the weight of
those parts of the apparatus "binding" her legs. As she
completed the lift and let her legs drop, there was another ping
and the number changed to "9."
"This isn't so bad," Kennedy noted.
"Not at zero weight," Vivienne chuckled. "Wait 'til Lena
puts you through one of her quarterly strength
evaluations. There's a breathing tube strapped in your
mouth, a clip on your nose, and a little sensor pad pasted to
the side of your neck . She has a medical machine of some
sort that monitors your carbon dioxide production and she keeps
increasing the weight setting 'til you can't complete even one
Kennedy stared at her running friend in horror.
"It's all to monitor your progress," Vivienne added. "It's
the only way."
"It sounds like torture," Kennedy muttered.
"Yes," Vivienne acknowledged. "Your muscles feel like lead
when she finally lets you off the machine." She was still
smiling. "Not to worry. The sauna and a massage put
"If you say so," Kennedy sighed. She completed her tenth
leg lift. The machine hummed and she heard and felt
another series of clicks and thuds, parts of the machine lowered
and rotated, taking her hands and arms with them, and the
cartoon figure began demonstrating arm curls. It was all
engineered to reposition her arms in a natural manner, but the
sensation of the machine doing it for her was rather
disturbing. There was another ping and the number
Meanwhile, the treadmill had accelerated and Vivienne was in a
full sprint. Then, even as Kennedy did her curls and
watched, the treadmill slowed and the front slowly rose a few
inches. Vivienne was now running "uphill." Clearly,
this was not the simple walk/run program Lena had put Kennedy
through yesterday, but Vivienne was showing no signs of
difficulty. In fact, she was still smiling.
Kennedy sighed as she completed her reps. Clearly,
Vivienne was thriving under Lena's tyrannical regimen.
Kennedy was just glad that she was only a voluntary
guest/participant—wrist and ankle "safety restraints"
notwithstanding, of course.
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continued her paperwork after lunch. She was now positive
she wouldn't be ready to start the physical inventory until
Lena had scheduled another swim, and this time Kennedy was on
time and the residents and their guest undressed in the Canoe
House, as yesterday. Vivienne and Kennedy started for the
pier, but were stopped.
"Hold it, ladies," Lena said. "Dolphin-kick day."
Vivienne heaved a rather theatrical sigh, but managed a
surreptitious wink at Kennedy. "I hate
dolphin-kick days," she pouted.
Meanwhile, Lena had opened a trunk and was rummaging through its
contents. "Ah," she said finally, and held up a net bag
full of thick, wide bands and strips of black rubber.
To Kennedy's utter amazement, Vivienne sat on a folding wooden
chair, Lena knelt at her feet, and proceeded to bind Vivienne's
"You know the dolphin-kick, right?" Vivienne asked her wide-eyed
Still staring, Kennedy nodded. "Legs together and arms at
your sides? It's a killer workout for the abs."
"That it is," Vivienne agreed.
Lena had started by stretching and slipping three closed bands
of rubber up and over Vivienne's legs and positioning them at
her mid thighs and above and below her knees, binding them
together. The two-inch bands dimpled Vivienne's pale skin
and looked tight enough to stay in place as Vivienne kicked her
legs, but not tight enough to restrict her circulation.
Next, Lena used a long rubber strip to bind Vivienne's ankles
together. She took three passes around Viv's ankles, two
passes between, then tied a tight knot.
Vivienne stood, easily balancing on her feet, then hopped in a
half-circle until she was facing away from Lena, put her hands
behind her back, and waited patiently while Lena tied her wrists
in the same manner as she'd tied her ankles.
"Off you go," Lena said as she completed the final knot.
"Thank you very much, Mistress," Vivienne giggled, gave Kennedy
another wink, and started hopping for the end of the pier.
Kennedy started after her thoroughly bound friend with a
somewhat stunned expression, then turned back to Lena.
Lena was smiling at her with a long strip of rubber and a single
band in her hands. The band was as wide as the bands
binding Vivienne's legs, but significantly smaller. "Since
you're new," Lena said to Kennedy, "I'll start you off
easy." She pointed at the chair. "Sit."
Kennedy turned and gazed at Vivienne, who was making slow but
significant progress down the pier. Her back was more or
less to Kennedy, but she could tell the kangaroo-style mode of
locomotion was making Viv's modest breasts bounce and
flop. Kennedy turned back to stare at the chair, then at
Lena. Lena's smile was friendly, but the situation was...
sinister? Well, strange, anyway, that was for
"Uh... the rubber helps with the swimming?" Kennedy asked.
"Of course," Lena chuckled. "Other than randomly thrashing
around, it makes the dolphin-lick your only option. What's
the problem? Vivienne says you swim like an otter, and you
did well enough yesterday."
Kennedy nodded, staring at the rubber in Lena's strong, tan
hands. This was a moment of truth. Would she wimp
out, or accept the challenge? "This is crazy," Kennedy
muttered under her breath, then sat in the chair.
Lena set to work binding Kennedy's ankles. "We use a strip
for the ankles so the condyles won't grind together. That
can be painful."
"Condyles?" Kennedy asked as Lena tied the final knot.
"Oh, ankle-bones," she said. "I know that." Kennedy
tried flexing her feet and could tell her ankles were well and
truly tied together, and her condyles did not grind, as
promised. "Sorry," she said with an blushing smile.
"I'm a little nervous."
"No problem," Lena chuckled. "Stand."
Kennedy did so, and Lena gathered her hands behind her back and
stretched and slipped the rubber band over Kennedy's
wrists. The band was a tight fit, but like the bands
around Vivienne's legs, wasn't tight enough to cause harm.
Kennedy thought she could probably free herself, with effort,
but the wide band was restrictive.
By this time, Vivienne was nearing the end of the dock,
and—"Hey!" Kennedy objected. Without warning (or
permission) Lena had hoisted Kennedy onto her shoulder in a
fireman's carry, paused to close the Canoe House doors, and now
was striding down the pier. Feet to the fore, head behind,
and balanced on her tummy, Kennedy's view was more or less
limited to the stone pier, Lena's feet, legs, and dimpled butt,
and her own fluttering ginger curls.
"We don't have all day," Lena explained. By that time they
were at the end of the pier and the blond amazon planted Kennedy
on her bound feet at Vivienne's side. "Swim to the float,"
she ordered, "rest, and swim back." She then dove into the
lake and swam away, rippling through the water in a powerful
dolphin-kick that Kennedy thought was probably faster than her
own best Australian crawl.
"She doesn't make me swim laps on dolphin-kick days," Vivienne
explained with a grin. "C'mon. On three.
One. Two." But before saying three, Vivienne swung
her hips to the side and bumped Kennedy off the pier.
"Eeeeh!" Kennedy landed in the frigid water and struggled
to the surface. She managed to spin and face the pier,
despite her bonds. "You rat!" she accused, but was smiling
"I know," Vivienne giggled, then dove off the pier and started
swimming for the float.
Kennedy rolled her eyes, turned in the water, and started after
Despite her more stringent bonds, Vivienne made good time and
arrived at the float several seconds ahead of her ginger-haired
Kennedy finally arrived and awkwardly kicked and floated at
Vivienne's side. "That is a good ab workout," she
gasped. It was difficult to maintain position without
being able to scissor-kick, but she managed. Vivienne was
simply floating. Apparently (obviously) the brunette pixie
was used to finding herself in the middle of the lake, bound
hand and foot.
"Let's get on the float," Vivienne suggested.
"And how, exactly, do you expect us to do that?" Kennedy
"You slip off your wrist band, climb up, then pull me up, of
course." Vivienne grinned. "That's probably why Lena
used a band on your wrists, so you can get me onto the
"Where is Lena?" asked. Their trainer was nowhere
"She's probably headed for the beaver dam," Vivienne
explained. "When we don't swim laps, we swim the entire
length of the lake and back."
"That's one lap," Kennedy noted.
"I stand corrected," Vivienne giggled, "or more accurately, I float
With effort, Kennedy managed to extricate her wrists from the
rubber band, then tossed it onto the float. She then
grabbed the edge and hauled herself onto the gray, weathered
wood, sat with her bound feet to one side, and smiled down at
her still floating friend. "The water's cold today, isn't
it?" she inquired.
"Very cold," Vivienne agreed.
Kennedy stretched her arms and lifted her face to the sky.
The sun had been out all day and it was pleasantly warm.
"It's very nice up here," she purred, smiling down at
"Now who's being a rat?" Vivienne pouted.
Kennedy chuckled, reached down, and managed to haul her bound
friend up onto the float. They lay on their backs, stared
up at the clouds, and let the sun warm their naked, wet
bodies. After several seconds, Kennedy sat up, propping
herself back on her hands with her elbows locked, and scanned
the lake. She could now see Lena, or rather the
disturbance in the water and periodic appearances of Lena's
bobbing head as she dolphin-kicked into the distance.
"Beaver dam?" Kennedy asked.
Vivienne frowned, then giggled. "Oh, yeah. You can't
see it from here, but at the far end of the lake is a beaver
colony. They're the reason the lake is here, or is this
Kennedy nodded, then frowned and used her right hand to shade
her eyes. Standing on the lake shore, but quite some
distance around the lake from the estate and the pier, was a
woman. The distance was great, but Kennedy thought it was
the same woman she'd seen mowing the estate's lawns this
morning, but instead of the brown jeans and olive tank-top she'd
been wearing before, she was now dressed head to toe in
camouflage. Kennedy was sure that if the woman hadn't been
standing in the open and at the very edge of the water, she
never would have noticed her, and if she took a few steps back
into the shadows of the forest, she'd disappear. "Viv,
who's that?" Kennedy asked.
Vivienne wiggled and squirmed until she was sitting on her rump,
then squinted in the direction of Kennedy's gaze. "That's
Skylar," Vivienne answered. "Skylar Smoke. She's the
groundskeeper and gamekeeper."
"Full-blooded Ojibwa," Vivienne nodded, "also known as the
Chippewas. She's nice, but rarely comes indoors. She
likes the woods. During hunting season, she roams around
and warns off the outside hunters; but she does bring in the
occasional deer, herself. The entire estate is posted as a
private game reserve." Her grin widened. "Wait 'til
you taste Lena's venison roast. Talk about melt in your
Kennedy smiled at her friend, then shifted her gaze back to
Skylar—or rather, back to where Skylar had been. There was
now absolutely zero sign of a human presence on that side of the
"Like a ghost in the mist," Vivienne chuckled, then nodded
towards Lena's now very distant wake. "Keep an eye out for
her return. We need to start back about the time she's a
hundred yards or so from the float." She then eased
herself back down on the gray wood and closed her eyes.
Kennedy gazed down at her naked, rapidly drying, rubber-bound
friend, then shifted her gaze to her own bound ankles. The
bondage wasn't all that tight. Inescapable, yes, but not
all that tight. The knot, however, looked very
tight, tight enough that she might have difficulty teasing it
apart, even with the complete and unencumbered use of her
fingers and hands. As for Vivienne... Kennedy
shifted her gaze back to her friend. She very much doubted
Viv would ever be able to free herself without help.
Kennedy eased herself back down on her back on the hard, dry
wood, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the feel of the sun on her
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after dinner, Kennedy and Vivienne watched TV in the home
theater. They were sprawled in sinfully comfortable
recliners and watching a rerun of How I Met Your Mother.
Both were wearing the same outfits they'd worn for most of the
day: jeans, a faded olive French t-shirt for Kennedy, and a
dusky-rose tank-top for Vivienne, but they'd kicked off their
shoes for comfort.
"I think I've seen this one at least three times,"
"Only twice," Kennedy said, "but there's nothing else on."
"Well... find the remote and keep looking."
"You find the remote," Kennedy chuckled. "I'm whipped."
Vivienne grinned. "First time swimming while tied up?"
"Well, yeah," Kennedy responded, "but it wasn't being
tied up that was bad. That's a long way to dolphin-kick."
"You could have cheated," Vivienne suggested with a saucy
smile. "You could have slipped your wrist band and done
the breaststroke on the way back."
"I was thinking about it," Kennedy admitted. "Anyway,
obviously you're very used to being tied up all the
time, just like at school."
"How dare you!" Vivienne gasped in mock outrage.
"Anyway, it's all Lena's fault."
"What's my fault?" Lena inquired as she entered the room.
She was wearing jeans and a heather-gray tank-top and her eyes
were focused on Vivienne. "And what's this about you being
tied up at school?"
"It's your fault she has to swim the lake bound hand and foot,"
Kennedy explained with a laugh. "And actually, she was
only tied up twice when we were at school."
"And you, once," Vivienne confirmed. "My first time we
were playing truth-or-dare, and the second time the two of us
were taking the ninja challenge. We had a couple of
friends we used to hang with and do stuff like that."
"Megan and Liz," Kennedy said.
"Yeah," Vivienne nodded. "Anyway, it was only twice."
"And what exactly is this 'ninja challenge' thing?" Lena
"Your wrists and ankles are tied," Vivienne explained.
"Hands behind your back and ankles crossed," Kennedy added,
squirming in her chair and miming the condition described.
"Also, wrists to ankles," Vivienne continued. "A
"And with a piece of duct-tape over your mouth," Kennedy added.
"There are different versions of the challenge," Vivienne said,
"but that's the one we went with."
Lena frowned. "Why?"
Vivienne smiled. "The duct-tape? It's a gag."
"No," Lena sighed, shaking her head. "The whole
Kennedy and Vivienne looked at each other, then at Lena.
"It's a challenge," Vivienne said, "to see if you can
escape. If you escape, you win."
Lena was still confused. "Win what?"
"Not being tied up, for one thing," Kennedy muttered, and the
Lena rolled her eyes, then flopped down onto the sofa.
"I won," Kennedy said, then cocked a thumb towards
Vivienne. "Her... not so much."
"That's 'cause Megan tied you up," Vivienne
pouted, "and she can barely tie her own shoelaces she's such a
"Which is why she wore boots most of the time," Kennedy agreed
with a grin.
"And Liz tied me up," Vivienne continued. "Liz
grew up on a ranch."
"Lucky she didn't brand you," Kennedy giggled.
Vivienne paused to stick out her tongue at her smiling friend
before continuing. "Anyway, it wasn't a fair challenge."
"I can see that," Lena said, nodding her head, then smiled and
climbed to her feet. "Wait here."
Kennedy watched Lena leave the room, then turned to Vivienne.
Vivienne shrugged and went back to watching the TV.
Kennedy squirmed in her chair for comfort and also resumed
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the home theater about ten minutes later. In her right
hand she clutched several coils of black rope. In her
left, a wide roll of white tape and a pair of scissors.
The blond amazon stared at Vivienne. "What did you do with
the duct-tape?" she demanded.
"What duct-tape?" Vivienne responded.
"I know there was a nearly new roll in the kitchen," Lena
said. "What did you do with it?"
"Nothing," Vivienne answered.
Lena turned her gaze to Kennedy.
"Don't look at me," Kennedy said with a smile.
"Well, maybe you'll find it in the course of your inventory,"
Lena sighed, then dropped the rope on the carpet and held up the
tape. "Three-inch Elastoplast medical tape," she
announced. "It should work."
"Work for what?" Vivienne and Kennedy asked in unison, then
shared a smile. Kennedy's smile was less enthusiastic than
"The ninja escape challenge, of course." Lena pulled a six
or seven inch strip of tape from the roll and snipped it free
with the scissors, then slid the scissors into her back pocket
and the tape roll down the front of her tank-top, where it was
stopped by her ample breasts. "Who wants to go first?"
Kennedy stared in wide-eyed surprise.
Vivienne giggled and pointed at her friend.
"Deer-in-the-headlights over there, the one with the ginger
Kennedy turned her head, shifting her gaze to Vivienne, then
turned back to Lena. "Oh!" Quick as the proverbial
flash, Lena had closed the gap and was standing more or less in
Kennedy's face, looming over the relatively diminutive redhead.
"Hold back your hair," Lena ordered. The strip of tape was
stretched between her hands.
Kennedy stared at the milky white tape, then at the smiling
Vivienne. "We're really gonna do this?"
"Why not?" Vivienne shrugged.
Kennedy sighed, pulled her hair back with both hands, lifted her
"There," Lena said, frowning in concentration as she smoothed
the tape she had just plastered over Kennedy's lips and lower
face. "Don't touch that," she admonished, then pulled out
the scissors, retrieved the tape from her bosom, peeled a second
strip of tape from the roll, snipped it free, then placed the
scissors and tape on an endtable.
Kennedy watched this mundane process with amazement. Her
amazement continued as Lena plastered the second strip over
Vivienne's mouth, but she followed her orders and didn't try and
remove her tape-gag.
"Peace at last," Lena chuckled, then started sorting the coils
of rope. "Quarter-inch, solid core braided nylon," she
Kennedy found the specifications of the rope in Lena's hands to
be decidedly uninimportant; however, what the blonde was doing
with the rope was very important. Lena had stepped
behind Kennedy's back with one of the coils, pulled the still
amazed ginger's hands behind her back, and was now binding her
crossed wrists with practiced ease.
"M'mpfh?" Kennedy didn't resist. It's all in
fun, isn't it? she thought. Fun or not, in wasn't
very long before Kennedy's hypothetical resistance was very much
a moot point. Lena tied a final knot, then sauntered away
to pick up a second coil of black rope and step behind
Vivienne. Kennedy twisted her wrists and tugged on her new
bonds. Her wrists were now permanently crossed with very
little freedom of motion. Her fingers groped and
fluttered, but she could barely brush the closest of the rope
bands with her fingertips. Untying the elusive key knot
tied somewhere between her forearms was clearly impossible.
Lena made quick work of binding Vivienne's wrists, then pointed
to the carpet and Viv sat on her rump. "Over here, Miss
McKidd," Lena ordered, beckoning with one finger.
Kennedy locked eyes with Vivienne, then followed Lena's order
and sat next to her fellow bound and gagged prisoner. They
both watched as Lena crossed and tied first Kennedy's ankles,
and then Vivienne's. Next, Lena knelt behind Kennedy and
began preparing yet another coil of rope.
A doubled loop dropped over Kennedy's head and shoulders,
tightened around her upper arms and torso, passing under her
breasts, and was snugged tight. A second doubled loop
followed, this time tightening above Kennedy's breasts.
Next, Lena passed the twin strands of the remaining rope under
Kennedy's right armpit from back to front, up and across her
right shoulder, behind her head, back to the front across her
left shoulder, then down and under her left armpit. She
pulled out the slack—"Mrrf!"—and the arm and torso bonds
Next, Lena eased Kennedy onto her stomach (and breasts) and used
the remainder of the arm-pinning rope to craft a stringent
hogtie. Kennedy considered voicing another tape-muffled
protest, perhaps several, but decided on a tragic gagged sigh,
instead. Her palms were now more or less resting on her
heels and Lena was wrapping and hitching rope around her wrist
and ankle bonds. She passed the remaining rope under the
strands at the nape of her neck, pulled out the slack—if you
could call it slack—and the hogtie tightened even
Her body bent in a stringent bow and balanced mostly on her
stomach and partially on her breasts and thighs, Kennedy decided
a vocal protest was appropriate after all.
"M'mmpfh!" She wiggled and squirmed. Not only did
her efforts not do her any good, escape-wise, but apparently
Lena could care less. She'd already moved on to Vivienne
and was hogtying her in an identical manner. In any case,
the smiling blond amazon ignored Kennedy completely.
"There," Lena said as she finished tying the key knot to
Vivienne's hogtie. She found the remote and turned off the
TV, retrieved the scissors and tape roll, then strolled to the
open door. "First one to escape wins," she announced, then
turned off the home theater's overhead lights, plunging the
space into darkness and silhouetting her in the doorway.
"I have menus to plan and a shopping list to compile and e-mail
to the grocer. My culinary magic doesn't happen all by
itself, you know. You ladies enjoy your fun."
Kennedy squirmed in her bonds and mewled through her
gag—"Nrrrf!"—but Lena ignored her protests, continued
ignoring her protests. The smiling blonde slowly closed
the door... and was gone.
Kennedy blinked in the darkness and continued squirming.
Her eyes began to adjust and she realized the home theater had
nightlights, rows of dim, blue-green LEDs set near the
floor. With some effort, she managed to twist, buck, and
squirm her hogtied body until she was at an angle that allowed
her to better gaze at her fellow prisoner.
Vivienne was strangely composed—or it seemed that way to
Kennedy. Anyway, the equally helpless brunette was almost
relaxed in her bonds. She was wiggling a little, but
obviously wasn't nearly as committed to the hopeless task of
regaining her freedom as was Kennedy.
Why the hell did I let Lena do this to me?
Kennedy mused. It was all just in fun, of course, but
still... Anyway, what was done was done, and Lena had
certainly done them. Where did she learn to tie people
up like this? Kennedy wondered.
Vivienne was still unconcerned by their plight. In fact,
unless Kennedy was mistaken, the pixie-haired scamp's blue eyes
were sparkling. She's smiling? It may have
just been a trick of the dim light.
We didn't agree on how long this 'game' was going to last,
Kennedy realized. She had no idea how long Lena planned to
leave them hogtied and tape-gagged. But then, Lena hadn't
discussed anything before tying them up and
abandoning them in the dark.
No more, Kennedy resolved. No more being
clamped into Lena's exercise machine or swimming in the
freezing lake with my ankles tied! And no more bondage
games! Kennedy had been hired to do a job, not to be
bullied and tied up! I'm putting my foot down, right
now! She squirmed and rocked from side to side,
testing Lena's ropes with all her strength. Or rather,
I'll put my foot down as soon as Lena unties me.
Kennedy heaved a gagged sigh—causing the strands of her ginger
curls than had drifted across her face to lift into the air,
flutter, and settle back into place—then set about the task of
carefully, methodically testing her rope bonds for any
imperfection that would allow her to escape, win the challenge,
peel the tape from her lips, and give Lena a piece of her
mind. There has to be a way, she thought, and
I'm not giving up 'til I find it!
Meanwhile, Vivienne had settled into her own considerably less
vigorous "struggles to escape," but her eyes were on Kennedy's
writhing, bucking, quivering body, and they were
sparkling. Also, her lips were smiling, to the extend
allowed by the taut strip of Elastoplast plastered to her lower
face. She is sooooo sexy like that, Vivienne
thought. Can't wait 'til Mistress
really decides to close the trap.
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