From the Many Thrilling Adventures of Jodi McJoy!
		by Van ©2024
		Chapter 8

Jodi sat in the comfy office chair in front of the desk and stared, mesmerized, at the "Special Program" unfolding in the conference she assumed was somewhere else in the Gibson's multistory "penthouse."  Jodi was naked (of course) with her feet on the chair, her legs tucked against her upper body, her arms around said legs, and her chin resting on her knees.  A juvenile pose?  Yes, but as already mentioned, Jodi was mesmerized.

On the screen... in the conference room... Peggy Gibson (with occasional supporting remarks from her daughter Bethany and that despicable ginger traitor Lisa Packshaw) was giving a detailed explanation of the mission, vision, goals, and methods of her proposed 3DP (Damsel-in-Distress Development Project) to her captive audience of two.  (Jodi still hadn't given up on selling "3DP" as the official acronym for their stupid project, even if the Gibsons didn't seem especially enthusiastic, especially Bethany.)  Anyway...

The captive audience in question was—Judith Lavigne!!—and Brie Aspen Grant!!—and the pair of famous and supremely talented actresses and/or directors and/or producers were, indeed, captives!  They were naked, elaborately bound in and to their comfy chairs from their big-toes to their shoulders using white nylon rope and with Elastoplast/Microfoam tape plastered over their lips, mouths, and most of their lower faces!  (It was a decidedly one-way discussion.)

Peggy had already covered her entire Grand Scheme in executive summary form, and now she was fleshing out (so to speak) the key elements in greater detail.  The slideshow of Bondage Comic Covers was playing on a continuous loop on a large screen on a side wall in the conference room.  At the moment, Peggy was expounding on how much all the members of all the creative teams of the envisioned film and television projects would benefit from hands-on experience with actual bondage.  In her opinion, that couldn't help but make the productions more realistic and would therefore impose significantly less suspension-of-disbelief on their audiences.

"Mother, it's not working," Bethany interrupted.

Lisa nodded in agreement.  "They're too scared," she stated, smiling at Brie and Judith.

Back in her crappy bedroom cell, Jodi had to agree.  Judith and Brie's eyes were wide and staring at their captors.  They weren't just scared, they were terrified (in Jodi's opinion).

"We should have given them more of a chance to get, uh, acclimated," Bethany stated.

"Oh, posh," Peggy retorted.  "Haven't I just explained how important the 'Method Approach' will be and how there's no substitute for total realism?"

Lisa focused on her fellow gingers (meaning the naked, chair-tied, and tape-gagged gingers across the table) and her cheeks dimpled in a reassuring smile.  "It's true, you know.  Your kidnappings were real and your bonds are inescapable, but it's all part of the program."

Bethany smiled at Lisa, then turned to her mother.  "I wonder what we could do to show them that all of this is part of the program and that they're not in actual danger?"

"Of course they're not in actual danger," Peggy retorted.  "I already told them that!"  Her brows knitted in concentration.  "Didn't I?"

"No, Mother," Bethany purred, "you didn't—not explicitly—but that's not what I mean."  Still smiling, she leaned close and whispered in her mother's ear, then nodded over her shoulder at Lisa.

Peggy had listened impatiently... then her smile returned.  "Oh.  A demonstration of our commitment to realism.  Good idea, Sweetpea.  Should we summon a maid?"

"No, Mother," Bethany answered.  "They're all busy.  With your permission I'll handle it myself."

Both Mother and daughter were now smiling at Lisa, who was no longer smiling.

"Of course, Sweetpea," Peggy chuckled.  "I spoil you rotten, don't ?"

"I wouldn't say that," Bethany purred as she rose from her chair.

Lisa watched (a little nervously and trying her best to relocate her smile) as Bethany strolled to a credenza, leaned down and opened its cabinet doors, reached inside, and returned to the table with a black nylon duffel-bag.  Everyone watched (including Jodi) as she unzipped the main compartment, reached inside, and began pulling out neat coils of the same white rope binding Judith and Brie and lining them up side-by-side on the table, not far from Lisa.

"Aren't you overdressed?" Peggy inquired.  She was addressing Lisa, of course.

Lisa had been watching Bethany's ever-growing row of rope bundles as it turned into an ever-growing pyramid.  Now (in Jodi's opinion), the industry insider's general demeanor was that of a mouse watching a nearby cat).  She turned to the Gibson matriarch and, with a pitiful pout, silently appealed for mercy.

Jodi thought it was adorable, but was finding it difficult to muster any genuine sympathy.  Lisa Packshaw was one of the enemy.  In fact, she was an enemy officer.

Anyway... back in the conference room... Lisa quickly realized mercy would not be forthcoming, sighed, stood as gracefully as she could manage, and began to undress.  She folded each garment as she peeled it off... placed it on the tabletop... and didn't stop until she was as naked as the two gingers on the other side of the table.

Meanwhile, Bethany had released the retaining hitch of one of the rope coils and was preparing it for use.

Back in her crappy-bedroom-cell, Jodi smiled.  She loved it when kinky karma caught up with people who richly deserved it.

Also, Jodi resolved that when she finally got her chance to deliver her pitch for bigger and better accommodations that would rival the less-spartan and more magnificent bedroom of Maggie and Abby, she'd include a non-negotiable demand for a mini-fridge stocked with beer, soda, and flavored water, as well as a generous and constantly replenished stash of microwave-popcorn and other yummy snacks suitable for munching while watching an "Important Program."  The Gibsons could afford it.

In the "magnificent" bedroom Jodi coveted so much, Maggie and Abby continued watching the Important Program unfolding in the conference room—and it was undeniably Important!

Brie Aspen Grant and Judith Lavigne were famous and supremely talented, with long careers that were far from over, and they each had the multiple screens of credits on their respective IMDb pages to prove it—and now they'd been "recruited" into the Gibsons' kinky Damsel-in-Distress/bondage movie/TV scheme, the same way Maggie and Abby had been "recruited!"  And if they were involved... this was even more the opportunity of a lifetime for Maggie and Abby!  Working with either Brie Aspen Grant or Judith Lavigne on a single movie or TV series would have been life-changing... or could be.  (Nothing was ever certain in the entertainment industry.)

That said, it had been obvious from the start of the broadcast that Brie and Judith were scared, very scared.  How could they not be?  They'd been kidnapped, stripped naked, tied up, and gagged!  Then, at length and with increasing detail, they were being lectured on the Gibsons' project (including their insistence on using The Method)... but it was too much too fast with too much uncertainty.  Brie and Judith were too scared to absorb it all.

But then, their "employers" decided to use Lisa Packshaw to demonstrate the sincerity of their commitment to The Method by having Maggie and Abby's 40-something fellow redhead voluntarily strip and allow Bethany to tie her up—and strip Lisa did—and tie her up Bethany did!

When the bondage deed was done (several long and instructive minutes later involving a great deal of slithering and tightening of doubled rope), Lisa was back in her chair.  Her arms were raised over her head, bent back, and her wrists tied together behind her head and against the chair's back.  An expertly rigged upper-body harness of additional doubled rope anchored the wrist-ropes, binding her to the chair and enforcing the basic pose.  Her upper-arms and forearms were included, making it impossible for her to duck her head under her arms.  In fact, it was impossible for Lisa to do much of anything other than wiggle and squirm.

Everything was tightly hitched and cinched.  At one point Bethany had spun Lisa's chair in order to make adjustments in the ropes, allowing Maggie and Abby to clearly see the that Lisa's wrists, hands, and thumbs had been included in her bondage.  Lisa's smoothly shaved armpits and rope-framed boobs were on full display, and additional tightly cinched and doubled rope strands passed above and below her breasts and her waist and further lashed her to the chair.  (By-the-way, the traitorous ginger's nipples were unabashedly erect.)
 
Next, Lisa's knees were splayed widely apart, her feet lifted off the carpeted floor and pulled back, and her legs tied to the chair at her lower thighs, just below her knees, her ankles, and her big-toes.  This left her curly red pubic bush and pussy also on open display (like her armpits, breasts, and pointing nipples).

"They do like tying up the toes," Abby observed as they watched it all happen.

Maggie nodded.  "They like tying up the everything."

And then, apparently satisfied with her work, Bethany relocated Lisa's neatly stacked clothing to the credenza, along with the now much depleted duffel-bag that had been the source of Lisa's bonds.  Her disgruntled but cooperative "victim" wasn't gagged; however, resting on the table immediately in front of her naked and helpless "victim" Bethany had left a wide roll of medical tape (the same kind of off-white tape gagging Brie and Judith and that Maggie and Abby knew all too well), as well as a pair of stainless-steel bandage-scissors and Lisa's neatly folded panties, and resting atop the panties was a red rubber ball about 1½" in diameter.  The implications were obvious: the ball and panties were potential stuffing and the scissors the tool required to snip off the strip required for a potential tape-gag.

"I wonder if Brie and Judith have balls stuffed in their mouths," Maggie whispered in Abby's nearest ear, "under their tape-gags I mean."

"I get it," Abby whispered back, "but it doesn't look like they have anything stuffed in their mouths to me.  If they did, their cheeks would be bulging... like chipmunks."  She shrugged.  "Besides, the Gibsons wouldn't dare stuff the mouths of Brie Aspen Grant and Judith Lavigne."

Maggie was openly skeptical.  "Are you serious?"

Abby nodded... then heaved a quiet sigh.  "No."

Meanwhile—with the means of silencing Lisa on prominent display on the table and ready for use—Bethany resumed her seat and Peggy resumed her presentation/lecture.  She expounded on the importance of their version of The Method for an additional five minutes... then launched into a list of the studios she stated they'd approached that were "definitely interested."

"They don't look as frightened as they did before," Maggie stated, staring at the screen.

"Brie and Judith?" Abby inquired, also staring at the screen.

"Uh-huh," Maggie nodded.

"Before Bethany tied up Packshaw?"

"Uh-huh."

"I see it," Abby agreed.  "Dazed, confused, incredulous... but not frightened... as much."

"As much," Maggie agreed.

About an hour later...

Jodi continued watching the panoramic screen as Peggy Gibson continued lecturing, expounding, and providing additional details of the proposed project.  Bethany sat in her chair and smiled—Lisa sat in her chair (not having any choice in the matter) and also smiled—while across the table, Brie and Judith listened attentively (and nervously) and (being tape-gagged) did not smile.

Jodi frowned, she couldn't be sure, of course, but while the captive gingers (who were not Lisa) were understandably unsettled by their situation, they also appeared to be... intrigued... maybe.  They'd perked up when Peggy mentioned the studios she claimed were already affiliated with the project.  Jodi was no film buff, but she knew (or thought she knew) that while Brie and Judith had never worked together, they had worked with most of the studios mentioned.  They probably had questions... but as they were both tape-gagged they'd have to save them for later.

Finally, Bethany placed her hand on her mother's arm, leaned close, and whispered in her ear.

As Peggy listened to her daughter her smile took on a rather chagrined twist... then she turned back to Brie and Judith.  "I'm sorry, ladies.  I know you can tell how enthusiastic I am about all of this... but that's no excuse for being an ungracious host."

"No, ya think?" Jodi muttered to herself back in her crappy-bedroom-prison.

Peggy continued.  "I'm sure you're both more than ready to be taken to your room so you can relax before dinner.  Please think about what I've told you and we'll talk again once you've settled in.  The staff will be along shortly."  She focused on her daughter.  "You'll deal with Ms. Packshaw?"

Bethany smiled at Lisa.  "Of course, Mother," she answered.

Lisa stared back and managed a nervous smile of her own.

Jodi rolled her eyes.  The salivating-cat-and-frightened-mouse undercurrent between the Gibson daughter and the naked and chair-bound industry-influencer was now palpable.  It couldn't happen to a nicer traitor, Jodi mused.

Then, Peggy stood and left the conference room.

Bethany continued smiled at Lisa.

Lisa continued smiling (nervously) at Bethany.

Brie and Judith weakly tested their bonds and watched.

Finally... Bethany made her move.  She did not pounce.  Under the circumstances pouncing was in no way necessary.

Jodi watched with satisfaction (rather than sympathy) as Bethany stuffed Lisa's panties in her mouth... followed by the red rubber ball.

"Hold that for me, would you please?" Bethany inquired pleasantly.  (Jodi knew what she actually meant was: "Spit that out and you'll be very sorry.")

Lisa complied, made no effort to expel the panties and ball, and watched as Bethany picked up the bandage scissors and tape roll and snipped off the six or seven inch strip required for a standard Gibson ear-to-ear/nose-to-chin tape-gag.

Bethany and Lisa locked eyes as Bethany stretched and plastered the off-white strip over Lisa's pouting lips... smoothed it with her fingers... and the deed was done.

Next, Bethany quickly and efficiency untied the ropes binding Lisa to her chair, but only the ropes binding her to her chair.  Lisa's arms remained raised and folded back with her wrists lashed to the elaborate rope-harness binding her upper-arms, lower-arms, shoulders, torso, and waist.  Then, as Jodi watched in her bedroom and Brie and Judith in the conference room, Bethany tied the end of one of Lisa's former chair-ropes to the back of the waist-encircling ropes of her harness, passed it between the naked, bound, gagged, and fidgeting ginger's legs—paused to make sure the white nylon braided rope was properly nestled between Lisa's butt cheeks behind and cleaving her pussy in front—then coiled the remaining rope and held it firm, thus forming a taut leash!

Lisa's armpits, boobs, and pointing nipples remained on open display, and now her poor pussy was pouting around the taut rope held firmly in Bethany's hand!

"Later, ladies," Bethany purred, then led Lisa from the conference room.  (Jodi noted that Packshaw had nice buns and firm thighs... for a 40-something ginger traitor.)

Remaining behind were, of course, Brie, Judith, Lisa's clothes (neatly folded and stacked on the credenza), and the tangle of ropes still draped across Lisa's former chair.

Jodi realized that (as far as she knew) this was the first time the Gibsons or their army of bondage-ninja-maids had employed any sort of crotch-rope—not that she'd wanted them to.  The hogtie demonstration (for example) had been good enough (meaning bad enough) without a tight crotch-rope sawing through her hoo-haw when she tried to struggle.  Granted, Bethany had "only" given Packshaw a crotch-leash, but it had been pussy-related!  Were the Gibsons... escalating?  That wasn't at all ominous.

Suddenly—while Jodi was contemplating crotch-ropes and watching Brie and Judith squirm in their bonds in the conference room—the screen of her panoramic computer monitor went blank.

"I guess the show is over," Jodi muttered under her breath—then turned to the bedroom door.  It had opened, and striding into Jodi's crappy-motel-room-bedroom was Sloane the ginger-mega-hottie maid!  She was in her usual black and white ninja-maid-uniform and was carrying a black nylon duffel-bag.

Uh-oh!  Jodi leaped to her feet, clenched her hands into fists at her side, and scowled at her petite but formidable nemesis.

 "You!" Jodi challenged her grinning nemesis, "tell your bosses I demand a better bedroom, one at least as good as Maggie and Abby's bedroom... with art and flowers and everything!"

Sloane dropped the duffel-bag on the foot of Jodi's bed, then (to Jodi's wide-eyed amazement) broke into a full-blown giggling fit!

Fists on hips, Jodi continued scowling.  Sloane's reaction was rude (and perplexing).

"Oh... Ms. McJoy!" Sloane gasped after several long seconds of girlish giggles.  She'd finally composed herself.  "Be careful what you wish for."

Still mystified, Jodi watched as Sloane unzipped the duffel's main compartment... smiled (evilly)... and reached inside.

Meanwhile, in Maggie and Abby's allegedly "magnificent" bedroom/prison...

The gigantic hi-definition TV went dark... there was a brief pause... then it returned to the Impressionists' Greatest Hints slow-motion slide-show/screen-saver that seemed to be its default mode.  By-the-way, after dark and when the bedroom lights were off the brightness of the images automatically faded to almost nothing and the TV became a giant artistic night-light; but during the day it kept displaying painting... after painting... after painting... all day long.

"Well..." Maggie said quietly.  "Brie Aspen Grant and Judith Lavigne."

"Yup," Abby agreed.  "The big time."

Maggie nodded.  "The big time."

At some point during the "Special Program" (and without realizing it), the naked ginger thespians had started cuddling together on the bed as they stared at the screen... which at the moment was displaying a cropped section of one of Monet's Water Lilies paintings and not Brie Aspen Grant and Judith Lavigne naked, tied to chairs, and tape-gagged.  In other words, Maggie and Abby had unconsciously shifted into innocent-naked-slumber-party-mode without realizing it... and they were still doing it.

"Do you think they're buying it?" Abby inquired," Grant and Lavigne?"

"Too soon to tell," Maggie sighed, then focused on Abby's earnest face... which was inches away from her own.  "Did you notice how Peggy Gibson went into much greater detail about the studios and special effects companies she claims are already on board than she did with us?"

"I did," Abby nodded.  "Do you think it's all... true?"

"Studio relationships are fluid," Maggie noted.  "Even if everything she said is true today... it might not be true tomorrow."

"Or simply different."

"Or simply different," Maggie agreed, then wiggled away from Abby, slid off the bed, and padded towards the bathroom.

Abby watched her go, heaved a sigh of her own, and followed.

Several minutes later...

Abby was in a comfy easy-chair and reading a book (the copy of Jodi's book that had been delivered to the bedroom as promised).  Maggie was lying on her back on the bed with her arms raised and the back of her head resting on her hands as she stared up at the ceiling... apparently deep in thought.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Sloane-the-maid and Jodi McJoy appeared.

Maggie quickly sat up on the bed and Abby used a bookmark to mark her place before dropping the book on a side-table.

Sloane was resplendent in her modern-but-with-a-nod-to-the-traditional maid's uniform.

Jodi, on the other hand, was naked, not counting the brown-leather-with-gunmetal-steel-hardware restraints binding her body from the waist up.  Jodi was vigorously squirming, twisting at the waist, and doing her best to break free from her smiling handler.  This allowed the actresses to process the details of their fellow ginger's bondage in full detail.

Jodi's arms were folded behind her back and sheathed in leather opera-gloves that were actually opera-mittens.  In point of fact, Jodi's fingers, hands, and arms were encased in skintight leather.  In addition, cuff-like leather straps were buckled around her wrists and upper-arms and were integrated parts of the gloves/mitts.

Also, the open cups of a brassiere/upper-body-harness trapped Jodi's exposed breasts in what might be called leather gaskets that were causing each of her boobs to bulge, just a little.  The harness also yoked her shoulders, pinned her upper arms to her sides, and encircled her waist (with a gunmetal-steel ring framing her cute little innie bellybutton).  As with the glove/mitt-cuffs, all parts of the harness were an integrated whole.

Jodi executed an especially violent waist and hip twist that amounted to a half-turn, there was a brief pause, then Sloane jerked her back to face the front.  This allowed Maggie and Abby to see that, in addition, a tight forearm-to-forearm sheath was also an integrated part of the ensemble, and it pinned her folded opera-glove/mitten encased hands and arms behind her back in the manner of an inescapable box-tie.

Finally, Jodi was wearing a leather panel-gag that tightly covered most of her lower face.  Her steel shock-collar was still around her neck (reminding Maggie and Abby they were both still wearing their shock-collars as well).

And speaking (or not speaking) of collars... Maggie and Abby suspected Jodi's collar/choker might be turned on, unlike their own, because while Jodi continued vigorously squirming, struggling, and demonstrating the inescapable nature of her leather bonds, she was not mewling through her gag.  They knew Jodi usually mewled through her gag when it wasn't forbidden by her collar/choker.

"Congratulations, ladies!" Sloane announced with a broad smile, "you have a new roommate!"  She continuing controlling Jodi, who continued struggling.  "You're now a threesome!"  She remained standing at the threshold, but gave Jodi a vigorous shove into the bedroom proper.

Jodi nearly stumbled and fell as she staggered forward several steps, but Maggie and Abby managed to rush forward, catch her, and keep her upright.

Maggie and Abby could now conduct a hands-on examination of Jodi's stylish leather bonds, and they did so.  The overall configuration was as they'd suspected; however, they could now see that all the buckles had clever little leather flaps with gunmetal-steel flanges that folded down and apparently locked the buckles in question; however, there were no visible keyholes.  Exactly what mechanism allowed the flanges to function was a complete mystery.

"Magnetic locks?" whispered to Abby as they ran their hands over Jodi's harness (and during the process inevitably brushed against her exposed skin).

"Maybe," Abby whispered back.

Jodi blushed above her gag (or maybe her cheeks were flushed with indignation) and rolled her green eyes.  She'd stopped struggling, but now was shivering as the naked thespians smooth hands slid over her restraints (and bare skin).  If asked (and she'd been able to answer), Jodi would have explained that she was quivering with Righteous Outrage!  She certainly wasn't turned on by being fondled and cooed over by a pair of sympathetic and naked fellow ginger captives.  And the same went for her pointing nipples, so there!  It was Righteous Outrage and nothing more.

Sloane was still standing in the threshold.  Her hands were on her hips and she was still smiling.  "Also, ladies," the wicked maid announced, "there's a new rule.  At least one of you will be restrained in some manner every night, and for the entire night, and the others are not allowed to try and release her... or them... or themselves... individually or collectively."  Her gloating smile turned even more evil.  "You are allowed to comfort the designated bindee or bindees, of course, but how you do that will be entirely up to you."

Maggie, Abby, and Jodi stared at Sloane (or scowled in the case of Jodi), then looked at each other and blinked (including Jodi, who was mad at Sloane but not her new roomies).

"Dinner will be served in approximately one hour," Sloane added, then took a step back and closed the bedroom door behind her.

Their arms still hugging their "new roommate," Maggie and Abby stared at the closed (and they were 100% sure locked) bedroom door and continued blinking.

Jodi was blinking as well, and considering shifting back to glaring, and perhaps throwing another minor tantrum... but decided not to.  Sloane was gone and they were alone in the bedroom so there wouldn't be much point.

'Be careful what you wish for,' indeed, Jodi mused as she heaved a sigh, remembering Sloane's words and giggling fit back in her former crappy-motel-room-bedroom when she'd demanded better digs.