From the Many Thrilling Adventures of Jodi McJoy!
		by Van ©2024
		Epilogue

Jodi lobbied hard to have the Gibsons, her roommates, and (when they visited the penthouse) Brie Aspen Grant and Judith Lavigne to adopt "3DP" ("Damsel in Distress Development Project") as the official Name/Logo of their team effort to develop snazzy Damsel-in-Distress movies and television series.

There was, however, one individual exempt from Jodi's 3DP advocacy, and that was Lisa Packshaw.  Lisa might be attractive, influential, a fellow ginger, and she did drop by the penthouse now and then, but she'd been complicit in the Gibsons' plot to kidnap all the other gingers present (or visiting) and Lisa Packshaw could just pack sand as far as Jodi was concerned!  Was it fair?  No.  Maybe.  But that really didn't matter.  By the way, Lisa (and the others) thought Jodi's cool treatment of Lisa was quite amusing... even cute.

Anyway, 3DP was not to be.  Despite Jodi's best efforts, Peggy eventually decided/decreed that she (and therefore they) would be going with "BiDS" ("Beauty-in-Distress Studios").  The name was derived from a famous (in certain circles) quote by Edmund Burke:

"Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty."

Jodi completely agreed with the 18th Century Anglo-Irish statesman and philosopher, but still thought her "3DP" moniker was better... snappier... cooler... but that didn't matter as she wasn't a Gibson and, more importantly, it wasn't Jodi McJoy who putting up who knew how many mega-dollars to prime the proverbial pump and make the first few BiDS projects actually happen.

And regardless of what it was called, BiDS was happening.  In fact the first project was making real progress!

Maggie Malloy's screenplay adaptation of Sweet Gwendoline and the Race for the Gold Cup had entered formal, active, funded pre-production!  Three major film studios were affiliated!

Casting had began and teeming herds of 20-something flaxen-haired actresses were competing for the role of Gwendoline.  Everyone agreed that their Gwendoline should be a youngster, as well as an unknown.  When (if) Gold Cup was a success (meaning became a smash hit at the global box office), the as yet-to-be-cast Gwendoline had to be available for additional John Willie and John Willie inspired sequels.  BiDS and its partners were in it for the long haul, for a Sweet Gwendoline franchise, and Gold Cup was intended to get the ball rolling.

Other roles in the Gold Cup movie would be A-list actors, but first they had to find their Gwendoline.  A number of leggy and voluptuous Australian, American, Canadian, and British flaxen-haired beauties in their early 20's were in the running, but in terms of sheer volume the Aussies were in the lead.  At one point Jodi remarked that The Land Down Under seemed to grow gorgeous blondes like a cash crop.  She posited there were stations (ranches) in the outback producing mobs (herds) of leggy, voluptuous, fair-haired-hotties.

While Gold Cup was proceeding, Abby continued working on a screenplay adapting Franco Saudelli's The Blonde: Double Cross, but she was the first to admit that more experienced screenwriters were needed to flesh out (so to speak) her efforts.  In any case, Double Cross would probably be the next BiDS project to enter preproduction, but not for several months.

And while all of that was happening...

Jodi, Maggie, and Abby remained "guests" at the Gibson's multi-storied penthouse, and they were granted more time to work on their various projects, just as Peggy had promised.  Jodi was making tangible progress on her behind-the-scenes/making-of/tell-all book about the birth of BiDS, as well as a second book chronicling the forthcoming Gold Cup movie; however, the Gibson's dedication to The Method meant Grumpy, Dimples, and Freckles remained naked and were subjected to nearly daily bondage exercises.  Also, nightly bondage for one or more of The Ginger Amigas continued on a seemingly random basis as well.  It was the same ol' naked, bound, gagged, and shock-collared nonsense... albeit on a semi-reduced scale.

That said... naked is naked, tied up is tied up, and gagged is gagged.  Paracord, rope, leather, and steel were all used as educational equipment/supplies. 

One memorable evening Sloane zipped, laced, and buckled Poor Jodi into a skintight leather "sleep-sack!"  The formfitting sheath was of the Gibson's preferred richly textured brown leather with gunmetal steel hardware, and it tightly encased Grumpy (and she was grumpy) from her toes to her neck, enveloping her entire body (except her head) like a second skin.  Obviously the insidious "garment" had been custom tailored to precisely fit Jodi McJoy's pulchritudinous physique.  Adding insult to incarceration, Sloane had slapped a wide strip on Jodi's pouting mouth before exiting the bedroom and (of course) locking the bedroom door behind her.

After The Evil Sloane was gone, while Maggie and Abby might have been in rebellious moods and willing to defy their "hostesses" and free Poor Jodi from her cruel cocoon, on this particular evening they weren't, and it didn't matter anyway.  Every single one of the sleep-sack's gunmetal buckles were secured by tiny gunmetal flanges that were magnetic locks.  They could have peeled off Jodi's tape-gag, but clearly Grumpy was in a petulant mood and her roommates decided they didn't want to listen to her whine, complain, and call Sloane creative and decidedly unkind names all night long.  Besides, it would be against the rules and the ensuing punishment time would eat into their work schedules.

All Dimples and Freckles could do was cuddle and comfort Grumpy-the-Leather-Sausage through the many long, dark, cozy hours that followed.  Oh, the drama!

And speaking of Brie Aspen Grant and Judith Lavigne...

Brie was the designated Director for the Gold Cup movie, and in that capacity she was very busy, even though she had non-BiDS commitments to fullfill as well.  Judith was also busy, even though her role(s) in future BiDS projects had yet to be determined.  Nonetheless, now and then both famous actresses found the time to visit the Gibson penthouse and make themselves available for interviews with Jodi McJoy.  Whether "found the time" meant they were threatened with being forcibly kidnapped (like their first times) or had freely volunteered was never made entirely clear.  The meetings eventually fell into a pattern.

Without warning or fanfare Jodi would be hustled somewhere in the penthouse, usually one of several more-or-less empty rooms The Ginger Amigas started referring to as "Dungeon Classrooms."  Once there she was restrained in some manner... then one or both of the famous ginger thespians would be led (dragged) in and also restrained.  The interviewer (Jodi) and interviewee(s) (Brie and/or Judith) would be naked and unable to free themselves or the other(s), of course.  After all, it was the Gibson penthouse and they were gingers.

Jodi had long since come to accept that The Gibson Gazillionaires had a "thing" for stunningly beautiful (or mega-cute) fair-skinned women with copper-red hair... and who could blame them?  Jodi knew herself to be a world-class Celtic Cutie, and so were Maggie, Abby, Brie, and Judith, as well as (Jodi begrudgingly admitted) Lisa Packshaw.  Were Peggy and her daughter the "serial ginger-nappers" Jodi accused them of being?  Yes, but absurdly wealthy people are supposed to have their eccentricities, right?  Kidnapping and toying with gorgeous redheads might be less socially acceptable than, say, stamp collecting, but everybody's entitled to a hobby of some sort.

Anyway, on one memorable occasion Sloane dragged Jodi to one of the Dungeon Classrooms.  It had a sturdy steel framework mounted up near the ceiling that supported multiple compact electric winches, each with a dangling pair of chains.  Jodi was naked (as always), her shock-collar was around her neck (also as always), and her lips sealed by a wide strip of the ubiquitous Elastoplast/Microfoam tape (as was often the case).  Sloane untied Jodi's wrists from behind her back and replaced the white paracord with thick, wide, well-padded "suspension cuffs."  She then attached them to a pair of the shiny steel chains and activated one of the overhead winches.  Whirrrrr...  Jodi's hands were dragged upwards until her heels left the concrete floor and she was just up on tiptoe... then the winch stopped.

The cuffs were comfortable (for now) and the pose wasn't that bad (for now), but Jodi scowled at her personal handler/rigger as Sloane made her exit.  Was it just Sloane being Sloane?  Yes, but it was also the principle of the thing.  Grumpy was being grumpy.

So... Jodi was now bound AOH (Arms Over Head) with her hands about a foot apart, balanced on the balls of her feet (more-or-less), shock-collared, tape-gagged, and naked (as always).  Her boobs were semi-flattened by her stretched pose.

Languishing ensued.  So... was the bondage exercise du jour languishing in suspension cuffs all by her lonesome in an unfurnished chamber?  As it turned out... no.

After only a few minutes the chamber door opened and Brie and Judith were led across the threshold by four handler/maids, two handler/maids each.  They weren't struggling or resisting (meaning Brie and Judith, not the maids), but apparently august naked gingers rate two handlers, as opposed to Intrepid Investigative Reporters like Jodi McJoy, who only rate one.  Also, Brie and Judith's wrists were crossed and bound behind their backs and their lips sealed with tape, Gibson penthouse SOP for shuffling naked ginger captives from room to room.  Oh, and they were completely naked (meaning Brie and Judith, not the maids).

Anyway, when the proverbial dust settled, Brie and Judith found themselves in the exact same condition as Jodi: naked, wrists in padded suspension-cuffs, AOH, and tape-gagged.  The only exception was shock-collars.  Jodi had one and the beautiful-40-something-ginger-thespians didn't.  Go figure.

And oh-by-the-way, The Evil Sloane had also strolled into the chamber, smiling and bringing up the rear.  She sauntered to Jodi, reached out, and peeled the tape from Grumpy's scowling mouth—and while that was happening, having finished semi-suspending their charges AOH, the other maids peeled the tape from Brie and Judith's mouths.

Then, all five maids strolled through the chamber door.  Once again, Sloane brought up the rear, and she paused in the threshold.

"Play nice," she admonished Jodi, pulled the shock-collar-remote from her apron pocket, gave it a tap, then turned and made her exit, closing the door behind her.

Lips were licked, jaws worked, and the naked captives exchanged commiserating green-eyed looks.  Blinking was involved.

And then... the interview began.  Jodi hadn't been warned and thus was unprepared.  (Also, she couldn't take notes.)  However, she was quick on the uptake and promptly developed a list of clever questions.  Jodi McJoy wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slip away.

As to why all of this had to happen with the participants naked, on tippy-toe, and AOH-bound?  Jodi took their conditions as additional (and totally unnecessary) evidence of the Gibson's commitment to their precious "Method."

On a positive note, after only two hours of Jodi asking questions and getting answers, the maids (including Sloane) returned, released the gingers (who weren't wicked-evil-ginger-hottie-maids), tied their crossed wrists behind their backs, and escorted them to an intimate, elegantly appointed dining room with a stunning nighttime view of Central Park and the New York skyline.  There, still naked but no longer tied up, Brie, Judith, and Jodi settled into chairs, enjoyed a gourmet dinner centered around Chicken Meunière with Tomato and Parsley Sauce, and the interview continued.

All meals at the Gibson penthouse were excellent, but this one was especially memorable.  (Jodi thought her charming and comely dinner companions might have had something to do with it.)

And on another memorable occasion about nine months into the BiDS project(s), something totally unexpected happened.

The Gibsons announced that Maggie was to attend several high-level meetings with the Gold Cup development teams in Burbank!  Maggie insisted that Abby needed to accompany her to gain experience and Peggy agreed, but when Jodi suggested that she needed to tag along as well, to gather data for her behind-the-scenes books, Peggy smiled and shook her head.  Dammit!

Stylish, expensive, and tailored designer clothing was delivered to The Magnificent Bedroom (underwear and outerwear) and Dimples and Freckles got dressed (with maid assistance).  Grumpy watched with a sullen pout.  Maggie and Abby were assured that additional ensembles were waiting, already expertly packed in their brand new designer luggage that was already loaded in the back of the limo waiting to whisk them away to JFK, including cocktail dresses for after-hours social occasions and bikinis for pool-side lounging and/or meetings.  The Gibson staff had thought of everything.

Fully dressed (and shock-collars removed), Maggie and Abby exchanged kisses and hugs with Jodi, apologized that she wouldn't be coming with them (at least this time), then made their departure.

Jodi heaved a tragic sigh, then "allowed" Sloane to bind her crossed wrists behind her back and press a strip of tape against her pouting lips, then "allowed" herself to be led from the Magnificent Bedroom to a candlelit dinner with The Gibson Gazillionaires.  The entree was Filet Mignon with Rosemary and Mushroom Gravy.  Obviously the Gibsons were feeling guilty about separating Poor Jodi from her roommates and were being very nice, meaning they didn't gloat and leer at Jodi's naked body any more than usual.

Once they'd finished their deserts (Raspberry-Balsamic Parfaits), Peggy kissed Jodi goodnight, then Bethany tied Jodi's crossed wrists behind her back, tape-gagged her pouting lips, and led her from the dining room.  There was no sign of The Evil Sloane.  Go figure.

Their destination was The Magnificent Bedroom (not to Jodi's great surprise, although she had been afraid that they might have been on their way to Bethany's bedroom).  Jodi waited patiently (sullenly) while Bethany unlocked the bedroom door, pulled it open, gave her a shove across the threshold, then closed and locked the door behind her.

"Mrrrfh!" Jodi complained.  (Her shock-collar was turned off.)  The bedroom was totally dark, not counting a couple of very dim nightlights, but Jodi's eyes weren't yet dark adapted and she couldn't see much of anything.  Also, Bethany-the-Bitch had left her tied up and tape-gagged!

The least she could have done was turn on the lights, Jodi silently fumed.  Grumpy could have groped for the light switch next to the door herself with her bound hands, but instead she dropped to the floor and adroitly executed a back-to-front-past-the-butt-and-feet-through-the-arms escape-maneuver that would have done Saudelli's Blonde proud.  Still in the dark, Jodi peeled the tape from her lips, used her teeth and lips to untie her wrists, then flipped on the overhead lights.

At that point Jodi had intended to stomp (pad) to the bathroom and get ready for her first night without roommates since moving into The Magnificent Bedroom—but instead she froze in place, her green eyes wide in shocked surprise!

As it turned out, Jodi was not alone.

The Evil Sloane was on the bed, and she was naked... completely naked... on her back in a full spread-eagle... with her wrists and ankles clamped in thick, wide, shiny steel manacles and shackles attached to shiny steel chains attached to the top and bottom of the bedframe!  Her hands were about two feet apart, as were her bare feet.  Her lips, mouth, and most of the rest of her lower face was hidden behind a smooth, taut strip of Elastoplast/Microfoam tape!

Go!  ...  Figure!

Her green eyes blinking, Jodi stared at Sloane.

Her green eyes blinking and smiling above her tape-gag, Sloane stared beck.

On one level, this was unexpected.  (No, ya think?!)

On another level, Christmas had come early!  Clearly, the Gibsons were throwing Sloane under the proverbial bus as a yummy-treat compensation to Jodi for depriving her of her roommates.  Wow!

On yet another level, while The Evil Bound and Gagged Sloane was in the middle of the bed, it was a humongous bed and Jodi would have plenty of room to share said bed with Sloane when she decided it was time to go to sleep.  Jodi wasn't about to sleep on a chair... or the floor.  The Magnificent Bedroom was her bedroom, so there!

Jodi continued staring.  By this time she was familiar (so to speak) with Sloane's naked, freckled, toned, fit, sexy, and pulchritudinous body.  They'd shared the gym-shower (with Sloane running her soapy hands over Jodi's helpless body) and the steam room... on numerous occasions... but the tables were turned!  Now Sloane was the helpless one!  And Jodi was not helpless!  The wicked-ginger-mega-hottie-maid was Jodi's plaything... if she decided she wanted to play.

Not saying anything (and carefully not smiling), Jodi stomped (padded) into the bathroom, conducted her nightly routine (taking her time), then returned to the bedroom.  She turned on the bedside reading lamps on both bedside tables (setting them on "dim")... padded to the bedroom door and turned off the overhead lights... then padded back to the bed.

Sloane was still on the bed (of course) and her green eyes were still smiling above her tape-gag.

Early on The Ginger Amigas had lobbied for having The Magnificent Bedroom's Attached Bath stocked with the usual beauty/skincare products, and their wishes had been granted.  A full array of high-end and hideously expensive beauty products had appeared, all in plastic containers (for security reasons, of course), and all formulated for peachy-pink skin (freckled or clear).  Anyway, when Jodi returned to the main bedroom she'd brought a pump-bottle of moisturizing lotion with her, as well as a fluffy hand-towel.

A mischievous and/or downright evil smile curling her lips, Jodi climbed onto the bed... straddled Sloane's body and settled her weight on the spreadeagled prisoner's lower tummy with her knees to either side of Sloane's hips... pumped a generous dollop of creamy lotion onto her hands, rubbed then together, then (thoughtful and generous roommate that she was)... Jodi began applying the lotion to her bed-mate-for-the-evening's smooth, firm, freckled skin!  She took her time, replenishing her hands from the pump-bottle as required, and making sure every available square inch of Sloane's body received a thorough, generous, glistening coating, from her neck down and including Sloane's outstretched limbs.

Jodi also made sure the lotion was well-massaged into Sloane's skin.  She acted with due diligence, making sure Sloane received a full-service moisturizing massage that included the captive's armpits, ribs, breasts (and nipples), tummy, feet (and toes), inner thighs, and hoo-haw!  She didn't exactly dwell on Sloane's pussy, but it received equal attention with the rest of the prisoner's anatomy.

Then, Jodi knelt with her back to the headboard and her knees and inner thighs pressed against Sloane's ears, leaned forward, and carefully applied moisturizer to her roommate-de-la-nuit's face, making sure none of the lotion got into Sloane's green eyes.  It might sting.  It might also taste horrible, but Sloane's tape-gag made sure she never found out.  Finally, the captive maid's ears and neck received moisturizing attention.

Still smiling "sweetly," Jodi placed the pump-bottle on one of the bedside tables, scrubbed her hands clean with the hand-towel and tossing it away, then turned off the reading lights, reclined full-length on the bed, and snuggled close to her spreadeagled "guest."

"If Peggy and Bethany really wanted to make up for all the cruel and unusual things you've done to me," Jodi whispered into Sloane's left ear, "they'd provide a Wartenburg Wheel.  You know, one of those nasty disks of sharp needles mounted on a steel handle?  Also, nipple-clamps, a shock-wand, riding crop, flogger, etc., etc.; especially a pair of those nasty ring-screw-clamps with the tiny needle-sharp spikes on the pads."  She snuggled even closer to Sloane's helpless (and moisturized) body, located her left breast by feel, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Mrrrf," Sloane quietly mewled.

"No, the tape-gag stays on," Jodi purred.  "Those are the rules, remember?  Once knotted, buckled, locked, or adhered, ropes and restraints and gags remain in place for the entire night.  We wouldn't want to disappoint The Gilmores... or Ms. Pendergast... would we?"

Jodi began toying with Sloane's left nipple.

Sloane shivered and tugged on her steel bonds in response.  Rattle-rattle-clink!

"Yes, a pair of those ring-clamp-thingamabobs is what I really want," Jodi sighed.  "Remember?  The kind you tortured my nipples with in the Sybian Chamber while Dominique watched?"  She continued twirling, pinching (gently), and tugging (gently) on Sloane's left nipple.

"Mrrrrr."

For the next few minutes Sloane's right breast and nipple received similar treatment.  Also, Jodi slid her palms down Sloane's tummy... through her ginger pubic bush... and to her pussy.

Sloane's shivering shifted into high gear.  "Mrrrrr."

"You didn't really think I was gonna let an opportunity like this pass," Jodi whispered, "did you?"

"Mrrr."

"You deserve being tortured with involuntary orgasm extraction into the wee hours of the morning."

"Nrrr."

"Oh, wait!" Jodi gasped, jerked her hand away, and scrambled from the bed.

Sloane lifted her head and watched as Jodi padded to a cabinet and started rummaging through the drawers.  (By this time Sloane's eyes were dark adapted and the nightlights were providing just enough light to make that possible.)

"Eureka!" Jodi cried, then returned to the bed with... one of Bethany's "Green Meanie" torpedo-style vibrators!

"Mrrrk?"  Sloane's green eyes had popped wide.  (There was just enough light for Jodi to see that as well.)

Jodi had resumed her sideways embrace of her guest/victim of the evening.  "Silly me," she purred as she began using the blunt tip of the inert vibrator to toy with Sloane's left nipple.  "I forgot all about this thing."  She shifted her attention to Sloane's right nipple.  "Bethany used it to torture Maggie one night.  Abby and I were tied to chairs next to the bed, gagged and with our collars turned on, and had no choice but to watch.  It was... horrible."  She continued nudging Sloane's nipples... which for some inexplicable reason were now growing erect.

"She left it here the next morning," Maggie continued, "meaning the vibrator... in the bedroom... in the drawer... and you know what?  Bzzzzz...  "At some point when we were all at the gym or being tied up in one of the Dungeon Classrooms, a member of the staff snuck in here and wired a recharging unit inside the drawer!"

"Mrrrrr."  Sloane's nipples were now fully erect.

Bzzzzz...

"When we discovered it," Jodi purred, "meaning Maggie, Abby, and I, we solemnly agreed that we would never ever use it on each other."

Bzzzzz...

"But yooou don't count, do you, Sloane?"  Jodi slid the humming tip of the Green Meanie between Sloane's breasts... down her abdomen... tracing an elaborate and convoluted path... through Sloane's neatly trimmed but luxuriant ginger pubic grove... and to her flushed pussy!

Bzzzzz...

"Mrrrpfh!" Sloane complained, tugging on her chains.  Clink-clink!

"Stop that!" Jodi huffed petulantly as she slowly, relentlessly frigged her personal handler/rigger with the thrumming torpedo.

Sloane continued tugging on her chains—Clink-clink-clink!—and shivering.

Bzzzzz...

"Remind me to thank our bosses in the morning," Jodi sighed.  "It was nice of them to give me a playmate on my first night without Maggie and Abby to keep the bed warm."

"Mrrrm."

"I know, I know," Jodi purred as she slid the shaft of the vibrator down Sloan's labia... then used the tip to toy with her clitoris.  "What goes around comes around," Jodi purred, "but you don't scare me, Ms. Sloane Whatever-your-name is.  I'm Jodi McJoy, and Intrepid Investigative Reporters don't come any tougher!  So there!  Tonight... you're mine!  Tomorrow is another day."

Bzzzzz...

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Anyhoo...

Maggie and Abby were in Southern California for a total of five days and five nights... and when they returned (once out of their snazzy business clothes, back in their birthday suits, and with their shock-collar/chokers once again snugly locked around their pretty necks)... they noticed that things at the Gibson Penthouse were somehow... different.

Grumpy was still her same ol' petulant self, especially around The Evil Sloane—and Sloane was her same ol' smiling, gloating, and competent self, but... something had changed between Jodi and her personal handler-rigger and Maggie and Abby couldn't put their fingers on it (so to speak).

Go figure.

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