Kennedy had no
idea of exactly how long she'd been hogtied and tape-gagged next
to Vivienne on the floor of the dimly lit home theater.
She continued squirming and fighting her bonds, but also
continued making exactly zero progress towards winning the
Vivienne's considerably less vigorous efforts to escape her
identical bonds were meeting with identical failure.
The cabinet containing the the theater's electronic components
glowed with a few green or red LED's on the various display
panels, and at least one of them may have been a digital clock,
but the display was small, the distance great, and the viewing
angle unfavorable. Kennedy had to rely on her internal
clock. Unfortunately, it was failing her, like her
fumbling fingers. An hour? More? She
wasn't sure how long they'd been abandoned by their "captor."
Finally, the door opened and Lena reappeared. She turned
on the overhead lights and smiled down at the pair of hogtied
prisoners, her arms folded under her breasts. "Hopeless,"
she sighed, then knelt beside Vivienne and began untying her
Kennedy rested her tape-gagged face on the plush carpet and
watched Lena's progress. The blond amazon was untying all
of Viv's ropes—hogtie, ankles, and wrists. She'd tied the
two friends in serial fashion, binding them one stage at a time
and alternating "victims," and making them progressively and
more or less simultaneously helpless, but now, Viv was getting
the full benefit of Lena's nimble fingers while poor, helpless
Kennedy remained totally helpless.
"There," Lena said as she finished releasing Viv's wrists.
"Go to bed., both of you. It's late." And with that
pronouncement, Lena stood and strolled from the room.
Kennedy watched Lena depart, then focused on Vivienne. The
pixie-haired brunette was kneeling on the floor and was slowly,
carefully peeling the strip of Elastoplast from her lower
face. The adhesive seemed reluctant to release her fair
skin and pink lips, stretching her skin as it was peeled away,
but finally it surrendered its grip. Viv folded the strip
in half and slid it into a jeans pocket.
"Ah!" Viv gasped as she stretched her arms to either side, then
smiled at her still hogtied and tape-gagged friend. "Well,
that was something." She scooted on her hands and knees to
Kennedy's side and began attacking her bonds.
Kennedy sighed and rested the side of her face on the carpet,
again, as the ropes enforcing the hogtie and binding her crossed
ankles melted away. Then—"Mrrrf?—leaving her wrist bonds
and tape-gag intact, Viv helped her to her feet. Kennedy
looked back over one shoulder and twisted her crossed and bound
wrists, then turned her head and glared at the smiling
Viv. Very funny, she thought, stamping one foot in
"Time for bed," Viv announced, placed a hand on Kennedy's
left arm, and started towards the door—then stopped.
"Wait. Lena will have a fit if I leave this place a mess."
Kennedy watched in stunned, tape-enforced silence as Viv
gathered the tangled ropes scattered on the floor, bundled them
into neat coils, then held them in her right hand. Her
left hand went back on Kennedy's arm, and she led her wrist
bound and tape-gagged friend away.
What a comedian, Kennedy fumed as they climbed the stairs
and made their way to her guest room. She wasn't really
mad, but it had been a long day and tomorrow she had an
inventory to start.
They reached Kennedy's guest bedroom and entered. This
wasn't the first time Viv was playing one of her little jokes on
Kennedy, doing something "mean" to get Kennedy's goat; but it
had always been in fun. Yes, it was just like old times,
when they were at school, but that didn't improve her
mood. In any case, under such circumstances, it was
Kennedy's role to roll her eyes (which she did) and heave an
exasperated sigh (which she did). Conversely, that would
be Vivienne's role when it was Kennedy's turn to play a
practical joke on her. All she could do now was wait, with
exaggerated patience, until Viv decided enough was enough,
Suddenly, Vivienne had embraced Kennedy from behind, reached
around her body, and was unzipping her jeans!
"Let's get you ready for bed," Viv said softly, "shall we?"
Apparently, Kennedy thought, we shall. She
rolled her eyes, again. Then, her eyes popped wide.
Vivienne was removing her jeans and her panties!
"Calm down, Ken-doll," Vivienne chuckled, then shepherded
Kennedy to the bed, pulled back the covers with one hand, and
eased her unresisting friend down onto the mattress.
Kennedy lifted her legs and slid them between the covers, then
lay back and stared up at Vivienne. The smiling pixie had
sat on the edge of the bed and was combing her fingers through
Kennedy's ginger curls.
"You can't use the toilet if your panties are in the way,"
Vivienne purred, "now can you? I'm only being
Kennedy would have pointed out that she'd have been able to use
the john and do a lot of other things if her hands weren't tied
behind her back, but the tape sealing her mouth prevented her
from stating the obvious.
Viv leaned close, smiled, and kissed Kennedy's tape-gagged
lips. "I'm so glad you're here, Ken-doll," she
whispered. "I like living at the Castle, but from time to
time, it does get lonely with only Lena and Skylar for company."
Skylar? Kennedy wondered. Oh yeah, the
groundskeeper. Then, a shiver rippled up her
spine. Viv was still leaning close, and now she'd placed
the palm of her left hand on Kennedy's tummy.
"We're going to have a lot of fun," Viv continued.
Then, Viv rolled Kennedy onto her side and started fiddling with
her wrist bonds. Whatever she was doing, it only took a
few seconds and didn't seem to affect the tightness of the
ropes. Viv rolled Kennedy back onto her back and bound
arms, leaned close, again, and kissed her tape-gagged lips.
"Good night, Ken-doll," Viv whispered, then stood and strolled
from the bedroom, turning out the lights and closed the door
behind her as she left.
Well, Kennedy thought, staring into the darkness, that
She sat up in bed and tugged on her wrist bonds, again.
There was a change. Kennedy could feel the dangling free
ends of the rope brushing against her forearms, and she hadn't
been able to feel them before. Had Vivienne untied the key
knot? Kennedy twisted, tugged and twisted her wrists for
several seconds... which became a minute. Then, she felt a
definite slackening in the ropes. She continued
struggling, the slack grew, and finally she started making real
progress in freeing herself. More effort followed, and
finally her wrists came free.
Kennedy left the bed and stretched, the tangle of black rope in
her right hand. She could see by the bathroom's nightlight
that Viv had left the other ropes on the bedroom's easy
chair. She dropped her former wrist bonds atop the neat
coils, stretched again, and made her way to the bathroom.
Kennedy gazed at her reflection in the mirror in the dim,
blue-green light. The strip of tape—Elastoplast, she
called it?—was smooth and milky, like a thick layer of
painted-on latex, and was well-adhered to her lips and
face. It was... amazing? Kennedy decided to go with
amazing, then carefully teased back a corner of the strip and
slowly peeled it from her face. As with Vivienne's gag, it
did not want to go... but finally, it was gone.
Kennedy dropped the tape in the trash, washed her face, brushed
her teeth, and completed the rest of her evening toilette.
Back in the bedroom, Kennedy climbed between the sheets, rolled
onto her back, and stared up at the dark canopy overhead.
Well, she thought, again, that happened... and then that
happened... and then the other. She was referring
to spending a sizable chunk of the evening hogtied down in the
theater, being led upstairs by Viv, still bound and gagged, and
then... the kiss.. and then the other kiss. It was
good to see Viv again, and Kennedy was having a lot of
fun. She still intended to put her foot down in the
morning... maybe... but she was having fun.
Kennedy's left hand slid under the covers and found its way to
her crotch. It was then that she realized she'd forgotten
to retrieve her panties. Oh well, Kennedy thought
as her hand idly slid between her legs, too late now.
It wasn't too late, of course, but she decided not to correct
the oversight. Her hand continued to glide as she
continued thinking about being bound and helpless at Vivienne's
side. Eventually, however, her hand went slack and she
drifted off to sleep. Kennedy really was tired.
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By the dawn of
the new day, Kennedy's outrage (umbrage, mild irritation) at
being subjected to the "ninja challenge" at the callous hands of
the evil Lena had faded. That is, she'd decided not to let
her emotions get the better of her. Nobody liked having a
drama queen for a house guest. Kennedy decided that if she
did have to put her foot down at some point, she'd cross that
bridge when she came to it—and mix in as many other metaphors as
were necessary to fend off Lena's questionable ideas of fun.
Kennedy finally began her actual inventory after
breakfast. Vivienne tagged along and offered to help, but
Kennedy explained that at this stage it was a one woman
job. Kennedy needed to be the one matching the old
inventories, examining each piece, searching for markings, and
taking notes. Her expertise was critical. Viv had at first
been disappointed. Then, she perked up, announced she'd
thought of a way she could help, and disappeared. With a
slightly puzzled expression Kennedy watched her go, then set to
The teak table and chairs on the Castle's roof patio were
obviously not antiquities, so it didn't take long for Kennedy to
enter them in the tablet computer and move on to the master
bedroom, Renee Vidler's bedroom. As was the case in her
own guest bedroom, the canopy bed was an oversize, modern design
crafted to appear authentically Medieval, but it was in no way
an antique. There were genuine antiquities in the room, a
few works of art and small items of furniture like a bible stand
and a couple of small trunks, but most of the furnishings were
modern reproductions. Kennedy flagged what she tentatively
classified as valuable pieces for further evaluation and moved
She inventoried the neighboring deluxe guest suite, but just as
she was about start down the stairs for the next floor, her
iPhone alarm went off. It was workout time.
Kennedy hurried to her room, changed into her borrowed shorts
and sports bra, then bounced down the stairs and made her way to
the gym. Lena was waiting, dressed in an yellow-gold
leotard. For once, Kennedy had beat Vivienne to the
scene—but just barely. Vivienne pattered in wearing a very
French-cut, scoop-neck, baby-blue leotard.
"Is there a town around here with a decent clothing shop?"
Kennedy asked Viv as they took their places to begin their
"Not really," Viv shrugged. "Why?"
"I keep forgetting to put this in the laundry," Kennedy
explained, plucking at her shorts and bra, "or at least rinse
them out at night. Remind me to order some stuff online
"I've got more stuff you can borrow," Viv said with a smile.
"And I have an even simpler solution," Lena purred.
Kennedy and Vivienne gazed at their blond amazon trainer is
surprise. "What?" they said in unison.
Lena had already pulled down her leotard and was stepping
through the leg openings. "Remove your stinky clothes,"
"Oh." Kennedy gazed at Vivienne, and the grinning pixie
shrugged and began removing her own leotard. "It does
save on laundry detergent," Vivienne giggled.
Kennedy favored her friend with a level stare, then heaved a
sigh and removed her sports-bra, shorts, and panties. How
could she object? They skinny dipped in the lake every
afternoon. Kennedy didn't have a metaphorical leg to stand
As they did their stretches, Lena announced there would be no
swim that afternoon. A front was passing, the barometer
dropping, and there was a good chance they were in for a spot of
Just as well, Kennedy thought. I'll get more
Lena dispatched Vivienne to the rowing machine and directed
Kennedy to the stationary bicycle. "I'll adjust the
height," she said. "Climb on."
The seat was the split kind, an ergonomic design with two
separate pads, one for each butt cheek, and nothing in
between. Kennedy climbed aboard, placed her feet in the
padded stirrups that served as pedals, and took hold of the
handlebars. She noted steel eye-pads welded to the arms
next to the hand-grips. "What are the pad-eyes for?" she
asked as Lena adjusted the height of the seat.
"Lifting points if the machine needs to be moved," Lena
explained, then began tapping the machine's touch screen.
"I'm creating a profile, so any time you use the machine, select
your name and the seat height will automatically adjust."
"Thanks." Kennedy gazed at the almost blank screen.
"How do I set the program?"
"You don't," Lena chuckled. "I'm the trainer." With
a flurry of taps and swipes, she navigated through a series of
menus, tapped the screen a final time, then smiled.
A graph had appeared on the screen, its vertical axis labelled
"RPM." As Kennedy watched, a red dot appeared in the lower
right hand corner, and slowly grew into a horizontal line,
extending from right to left.
"Start pedaling," Lena ordered. Kennedy did so, and a
green dot appeared in the center of the graph, just above the
baseline. "All you have to do is keep the RPMs above the
red line," Lena explained.
"What happens if I don't?" Kennedy asked with a grin.
"You'll disappoint your trainer," Lena purred. "Also, a
buzzer will sound."
"Wouldn't want that," Kennedy huffed, still grinning. So
far it wasn't taking much effort to keep the green dot above the
line, but she noted the red was creeping upwards as the graph
scrolled. "I get it," Kennedy said, "sprint periods
separated by slow and steady."
Lena nodded. "The more advanced programs vary the
resistance to simulate hill-work, but this one is designed to
keep you in the cardiac zone, not build your legs." She
walked to where they'd dropped their clothes and picked them
up. "I'll take all this to the laundry, then I'm going for
a run before the rain starts."
"Have fun," Kennedy wished her trainer as Lena made her
exit. She focused on Vivienne, who was rowing her machine
with smooth, even strokes. Kennedy noted the machine was
"old school," in that it had a pair of oar handles on gimbals,
instead of a single handle attached to a cable and drum.
It required Viv to more or less fully mimic the actions of
rowing a single-person racing shell. There were foot
pedals, a two-pad seat similar to Kennedy's bike on a sliding
track, and the aforementioned oar handles.
Kennedy frowned. The distance was great between her bike
and Viv's machine, but she could see another pair of steel
pad-eyes, one on each oar near the padded handles. Lifting
points? Kennedy considered. Not likely.
She started to ask what the attachment points were for, but
noted the red slope was fast approaching on her bike's screen
and concentrated on increasing her speed to lift the green dot
and avoid a reprimand from the dreaded buzzer.
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completing her inventory of the third floor, the floor below the
master bedroom and deluxe guest suite and above the guest room
floor that included Kennedy's own bedroom. Thus far, the
story was the same, although the ratio of potentially valuable
antiques to quality reproductions she'd seen above was even
Lena's bedroom was rather spartan, in that there were only a few
personal knickknacks scattered about. It was just an idle
observation. Kennedy didn't spend any more time in the
bedroom than was necessary to conduct her inventory.
There were a greater number of personal items in Vivienne's
bedroom, including a few items Kennedy recognized from their
college days. For example, on the writing desk sat a
cobalt-blue glass paperweight, a Lewis & Clark University
coffee mug Viv was using as a pencil holder, a six-inch
sculpture of an owl in ancient Greek style, and a framed
photograph of Vivienne and herself. It had been taken by
their friend Liz on the Lewis & Clark quadrangle their
senior year. Kennedy was touched that her friend kept it
on her desk.
Kennedy also noted an easel and stool folded and leaning in one
corner of the bedroom, and reminded herself to ask about Viv's
art. Maybe she had a photo album of the works she'd sold.
Last on the floor and last on her list for the day was the room
without furniture she'd noted earlier. Needless to say, it
didn't take Kennedy very long to inventory an empty room, but
while she was there, she noted several peculiar features.
The walls of all the other rooms in the Castle were roughly
dressed stone sealed with plaster and whitewash. Kennedy
suspected the "dressed stone" was actually cast concrete blocks
and she was able to confirm this in the empty room, as neither
plaster nor whitewash was in evidence. However, multiple
layers of gray and brown stain had been expertly applied over
the concrete blocks to enhance the illusion of stone.
All the bedrooms in the Castle had attached bathrooms, but in
the empty room the commode and washbasin were like the walls,
cast concrete disguised as stone. There was a simple
wooden cover over the commode, no mirror, and no curtain across
the shower stall. The plumbing fixtures mimicked
hand-forged iron, but operated my means of carefully camouflaged
modern motion sensors.
Also, now that Kennedy looked, a dozen or so hefty iron rings
were set in the walls, some at waist height, some higher.
Also, the door was constructed of heavy timbers reinforced by
iron bands, like all the Castle doors, but there was no doorknob
or latch on the interior side, and unlike any of the other doors
Kennedy had seen thus far, there was a small hatch at face
level. If opened, it would allow someone in the hallway to
peer into the room, and the interior side of the opening was
covered by more of the ubiquitous iron bars, like the windows.
Kennedy walked to the center of the room and turned in a slow
circle. The overall impression was of a medieval... prison
Just then, Viv rushed in from the hallway. "C'mon, c'mon,
c'mon!" she gushed. "Ya gotta see what I found!" She
was literally hopping with enthusiasm.
Kennedy smiled and stood her ground as she watched her
overexcited friend turn and scurry back into the hall... then
"C'mon!" Viv urged, stamping an impatient foot. "I talked
Lena into giving me a master key and I was checking the rooms we
couldn't unlock down in the basement to make sure it worked
and..." She paused, put her hands on her hips, and favored
her grinning friend with a look of pure disgust. "Just
come on, will you?"
"Wait," Kennedy chuckled, then gestured around the room.
"What gives with this place?"
Vivienne was puzzled. "What? It's empty.
Auntie Renee said at some point she was going to decorate it in
an earlier medieval style than the others, as an
experiment. So what?"
"Nothing," Kennedy shrugged. "You have a master key?"
Vivienne rolled her eyes. "So far it opens every
door. Now, are you coming or do I have to drag you?"
Kennedy smiled, turned off her tablet computer, and strolled
towards the open door. "What did you find that's so
Viv's smile and her enthusiasm had returned. "Wait 'til
you see! C'mon!" She took Kennedy's hand and they
|The Curious Case...
hurried down the stairs to the basement under the Castle, and as
it was under the Castle, the faux-stone construction
hadn't given way to the modern poured concrete basement walls of
the earth-sheltered later additions. Also, the doors were
the same faux-medieval style as above.
"Remember how these two were locked?" Viv asked as they
approached a pair of doors on opposite sides of a side hallway.
"If you say so," Kennedy answered. Even in the basement,
all the Castle doors looked alike, except for the one to the
mysterious Empty Room upstairs.
"Well, that one's not hiding anything interesting," Viv
continued, pointing to one door, "but this one..."
She pulled a brass key on a chain from under her tank-top,
inserted it in the lock, gave it a twist, then opened the
Kennedy stared in wide eyed surprise. The chamber beyond
was about fifteen by fifteen, and hanging from hooks were dozens
of different kinds of handcuffs, manacles, and shackles, as well
as complicated metal restraints for which Kennedy had no
name. Some were hand-forged in appearance and some were
obvious products of modern machine technology. The cuffs
and belts and collars were separated by varying lengths of chain
or were attached to rigid bars, and... it was all somewhat
overwhelming. "Wow," Kennedy finally managed.
"Wow, indeed," Vivienne agreed. "I have a kinky side of
the family. Who knew? Auntie Renee never said a
"Maybe there are family journals in the library," Kennedy
suggested. She was still staring at the array of metal
restraints. Some of the locks had keys inserted and some
Ostensibly Vivienne was also focused on the newly discovered
collection, but she kept stealing sideways glances at her friend
and could tell Kennedy was intrigued. She plucked a pair
of handcuffs from a hook and turned them in her hands.
They were like a pair of large D-rings joined by a few links of
chain. The locking mechanism was housed in the straight
part of each cuff.
"Some kind of Darby," Kennedy said, staring at the cuffs in
"Oh, good! You're an expert," Viv said with a smile.
"Hardly an expert," Kennedy said, "but there's a market for
antique police cuffs. "Everybody in the trade knows the
basics." She watched as Vivienne fumbled with the key
inserted in one of the cuffs. "Here," Kennedy sighed, took
the cuffs from Viv and turned the key several times.
"Screw-type lock," she explained as she withdrew the key and
held it up for inspection. "As you can see, this is more a
tool than a key. There aren't even any wards."
"Cool," Vivienne said. She took the cuffs from Kennedy,
then took her friend's right hand and closed the open cuff
around her right wrist. The mechanism closed with an
Kennedy didn't resist, but she did protest. "Viv!"
"Don't be a spoilsport," Vivienne giggled, then smiled.
"That's all there is to it?"
Kennedy rolled her eyes and nodded at the key still in Viv's
hand. "Like I said, screw-type lock. For maximum
security, you turn the key 'til it spins freely." She
watched as Vivienne reinserted the key and did just that.
"So much for my resolve not to put up with any more bondage
crap," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Vivi said as she finished locking the cuff and
withdrew the key.
"Nothing," Kennedy sighed. Now, Vivienne was unlocking the
second cuff. "Oh, c'mon!" she whined as Viv spun her
around and snapped the now open second cuff around her left
wrist. Again, she didn't resist.
"There, you're arrested," Viv giggled as she finished locking
the left cuff.
"So is your emotional development," Kennedy huffed as she tugged
on the cuffs.
"Hilarious," Vivienne giggled as she slid the Darby's key into
her hip pocket, then turned to the hanging hardware and ran her
hand over several of the items. They swung and swayed,
clicking and clattering together. "These will work," Viv
said as she lifted a second set of Darby's from a hook.
They were similar to Kennedy's wrist cuffs, but larger and with
a somewhat longer separating chain.
"Vivienne!" Kennedy whined as Viv knelt at her feet and began
fitting the cuffs—make that leg irons—around her ankles.
"This isn't funny," she added as Viv finished locking the
screw-type locks and pocketed the second key.
"Now, what else can we play with?" Viv giggled as she stood and
brushed the dust from the knees of her jeans.
"Look," Kennedy sighed as she tugged on her cuffs, again.
"Enough is enough. We're gonna be late for dinner."
"Wouldn't want that to happen," Viv said. She was running
her hand over the collection, again... then paused on a steel
collar. "Hello, beautiful," she sighed. Actually, it
was more than a collar, much more. It was a full set of
slave chains: collar, manacles, and shackles, attached to
several feet of chains. Vivienne hefted the array in her
hands. "Wow. Heavy."
Kennedy watched as Vivienne lifted the collar and its
attachments from the hook. "You are not locking me
in that thing," she muttered.
"Of course not, silly," Viv giggled. "You're already
arrested. I'm arresting myself."
"Viv, don't be stupid," Kennedy complained, but it was too
late. Vivienne closed the collar around her own neck, and
Kennedy could hear the lock engage with a click. The same
went for the cuffs Vivienne closed first around her ankles, and
then her wrists.
The steel restraints were thick, wide, and well-rounded, and the
connecting chains quite substantial. Viv had said
everything was heavy, and Kennedy had no doubt whatsoever she'd
been telling the truth. The vertical chain dropped from
the collar to a hefty ring at waist height, then continued down
to a second ring just below Vivienne's knees. The
wrist-cuffs attached to the waist-ring, and the ankle-cuffs to
the knee-ring. Each had about a foot of chain attached,
giving Vivienne some freedom of motion, but lifting her hands
above her head would be impossible, unless she first knelt, and
walking would be limited to a slow shuffle.
"Heavy," Vivienne giggled, testing her new bonds.
"You said that," Kennedy sighed. She watched as Vivienne
sat on the floor and turned the small key, double-locking all of
her restraints one by one. "Thought so," she said,
grinning at Kennedy. "Also screw-type locks."
"Fabulous," Kennedy drawled as Vivienne stood and pocketed the
key to her chains, then shuffled towards the door. "Uh,
Vivienne," Kennedy muttered. "Where are you—Vivienne!"
By now Viv was in the hallway. She turned and
smiled. "Let's show Lena," she giggled, then turned and
Kennedy tugged on her cuffs. "Vivienne, no!"
"Like you said!" Vivienne called from down the hallway, "it's
time for dinner."
Kennedy rolled her eyes and shuffled through the door. "I
think I figured out who's kinky in your family!" she shouted.
"Took you long enough!" Vivienne laughed.
Kennedy made her hobbled way towards the stairs. Her
demented, idiotic, so-called friend still had a sizable lead and
was about to plant one chained foot on the bottom step.
"For god's sake, go slow!" Kennedy shouted, "or you'll slip and
break your neck!"
"Unlikely," Vivienne giggled. "I can use the hand
rail. You're the one that will have to go
slow." She withdrew her foot and took a step to the
side. "Here, you go first so I can steady you."
"Or, you could just unlock the damn cuffs," Kennedy huffed as
she passed Vivienne and minced up the stairs.
"No foul language! Vivienne giggled, "and Lena can't get the
full picture if I unlock your cuffs."
Kennedy rolled her eyes, again, and continued slowly, carefully
mounting the stairs. One hand on the hand rail and the
other on the small of Kennedy's back, Vivienne was right behind
her. The grinning brunette pixie's chains were just long
enough to make that possible.
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Vivienne clinked and clanked their way to the kitchen to find
Lena carrying a dutch oven to the table. A delicious aroma
filled the air.
Lena favored the brunette and ginger with a look of utter
disgust. "What the hell is this?" she demanded.
"Look at the cool stuff we found down below," Vivienne gushed as
she turned in a slow, clanking pirouette to show off her chains.
Lena turned her withering gaze to Kennedy.
"Don't look at me," Kennedy sighed, nodded at Vivienne, then did
a half-turn so Lena could see her cuffs. "It's all her
"She used her Jedi mind tricks to overpower you?" Lena drawled.
Kennedy couldn't help but smile, just a little. "Something
Lena shook her head. "Keys," she demanded and extended her
"Hold on a sec," Vivienne muttered as she groped in her
pockets. "Here they are." She dropped the three keys
to their various bonds into Lena's hand.
Vivienne and Kennedy watched as Lena pocketed the keys, then
resumed carrying food to the table.
Kennedy turned to Vivienne. "Uh, I assumed she was
gonna—" She tugged on her cuffs. "—you know."
Viv nodded, turned to Lena, and held hp her manacled
hands. "Lena, would you please—"
"Sit!" Lena snapped, "both of you. And pull your chairs
"Lena!" Vivienne whined. "We can't eat like this."
Lena pointed to Kennedy. "She can't eat like this,
which is why you're going to feed her."
"Hah, serves you right," Kennedy chuckled, smiling at
Vivienne. Then, she fully realized what was
happening. "Lena, c'mon. Unlock us."
Lena removed the lid from the dutch oven. "Slow roasted
venison stew," she announced, "with fresh baked bread and snap
beans. Now, sit and eat."
Vivienne heaved a tragic sigh, then pulled a chair from the
table. "You heard Mistress-of-the-keys," she said to
Kennedy. "Take a load off."
Kennedy heaved a sigh of her own, then sat in the chair.
She watched as Viv sat in a neighboring chair, pulled it closer
to Kennedy's, then started sliding over her place setting.
She had to be careful so her chains didn't cause damage.
"This is all your fault," Kennedy muttered, glowered at her
"State the obvious much?" Viv giggled.
Kennedy shook her head and smiled. She turned to the front
to find Lena ladling chunks of meat, carrots, celery, onion,
potatoes, and mushrooms smothered in brown gravy onto her plate.
"Don't make a mess and don't break anything," Lena warned
Vivienne, "or I'll feed her myself and you'll go
"Yes, Mistress," Vivienne said quietly, smiling sweetly and
batting her eyes for maximum effect.
Kennedy managed to not break into a giggling fit.
It probably wouldn't have been a good idea.
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