|by Van © 2015
Schmeling was FREAKING OUT!
Not really, but her heart was doing a drum solo and she was
panting through her nose, the white hankie stuffed in her mouth,
and the scarf cleave-gag keeping it there. Also,
her naked, rope-framed and slightly rope-pinched breasts were
heaving like crazy. Her eyes were as big as the proverbial
saucers (she imagined), and she was squirming and struggling to
escape the Kinbaku demonstration that had been
perpetrated upon her naked body by her BFF and (apparently)
Nefarious Kidnapper, Chibi Chiba!
Firstly, Chibi had tied a combination kimono- and box-tie,
pinning poor, innocent Agatha's upper-arms against her sides,
yoking her shoulders, lashing her crossed wrists between her
shoulder blades, and depriving her of the use of her fingers,
hands, arms, and upper body in general. Secondly, Chibi
had led her bound and gagged dinner guest to the bathroom,
plunked her down on the commode, and waited while she emptied
her bladder. Thirdly, Chibi had "dragged" Agatha to her
neatly-made bed, "forced" her to recline, and tied her legs from
thighs to ankles using what she called a "combination ladder-
and kikkou-tie." The result was a web of
horizontal and diamond-hitch rope strands binding her legs
tightly together. Adding insult to injury, Chibi used a
length of thin cord to bind Agatha's big toes! And she
never translated "kikkou" into English, so Agatha still
didn't know what was what with respect to her below-the-waist
bondage, other than the fact that she couldn't separate her
legs. Agatha hated unanswered questions, like
"What does kikkou mean?" or "What are you going to do to
It was all just TOO MUCH!
But not really. Last night, back at Sinister Stirling
Mansion, Karli (aka The Shieldmaiden) had stripped Agatha naked
and cuddled with her all night! At least Chibi wasn't
going to... Oh. Agatha watched, squirming in
her Kinbaku-bonds, as Chibi removed her jeans, blouse,
bra, and panties, dropped them in her clothes hamper, along with
Agatha's jeans and blouse, then strolled into the bathroom.
Agatha listened to the various wet noises emanating from the
bathroom that cataloged Chibi's preparations for bed. She
isn't! Agatha thought. She won't!
Smiling brightly, Chibi left the bathroom, turned off the
lights, then turned on a small nightlight in the form of a
glowing... something, one of those weird Japanese animal demon
monsters that were equal parts cute and creepy. Agatha was
sure there was an entertaining story and/or traditional legend
behind the dimly glowing thing—which was something like a chubby
cat with a duck's mouth—but Agatha had much greater concerns...
like the fact that Chibi was pulling a Karli! She was
climbing between the sheets... naked! She is!
Agatha thought, and she will!
Two nights in a row of naked bondage! Two nights in a row
of naked cuddling! Agatha shivered in her inescapable
bonds. She was terrified... and, she realized, a
little wet between the legs. Specifically, her pussy was a
little squishy. "Mrrrk!" That had been something of
a gagged squeal, because Chibi had, indeed, embraced her bound
body from behind and was giving her a tight hug!
"You're as nervous as a cat at a dog show," Chibi giggled.
Her lips were less than an inch from Agatha's left ear.
She paused to remove both of their glasses, fold them flat, and
set them safely on the nightstand. She then resumed the
embrace and planted a delicate kiss on Agatha's ear before
continuing. "You need to relax, or neither one of us will
get any sleep." She gave her captive house guest's bound
body a squeeze, followed by another kiss, this time on the side
of Agatha's neck. "Not to worry. I know just
what to do."
"Mrrrk!" It was another squeal. Chibi's hands had
cupped Agatha's breasts, and were gently squeezing! This
did nothing to help Agatha's shivering problem. Next,
Chibi started playing with Agatha's nipples, and now the
prisoner found she had an erect nipple problem... as
well as a quivering and definitely wet pussy
problem. Also, waves of... something were rippling
up and down her spine and through said pussy. Okay, okay,
it was pleasure, satisfied? The something was
pleasure. It felt good to have Chibi snuggling
against her body and exploring second base. Go figure!
"I've always liked your boobs, Munchkin," Chibi whispered in
Somehow, the mocking aspect of the hated nickname bestowed on
poor Agatha by The Shieldmaiden was entirely gone.
"Munchkin" was now Agatha's pet name. Go figure!
Agatha resolved to think of an equally descriptive and precious
sobriquet for her BFF, but seriously doubted she'd ever come up
with anything remotely as cute and appropriate as "Chibi."
"And your skin," Chibi continued. "I've always liked your
Agatha continued shivering. Chibi's left hand continued
exploring second base, but now her right hand was sliding
towards home! "Mrrrf!" That was Agatha's third
gagged squeal in a row, but this time there was an unmistakable
aspect of... delight? No, I'm just nervous, Agatha
Chibi's right hand caressed Agatha's lower tummy, her fingers
slid through the quivering captive's pubic bush, then her
fingers and palm caressed Agatha's labia. Agatha's bound
legs and clenched thighs were a bit of an impediment, but Chibi
"Mrrrrr." That was not a squeal, but more of a
"I'll make it low and slow, Munchkin," Chibi whispered.
"Frustration makes the inevitable outcome all the more
intense... and relaxing."
Agatha tugged on her bound wrists and wiggled in Chibi's
embrace. The tactile stimulation—both between her legs and
with respect to her rigid, tingling nipples—was anything but
relaxing, but it certainly felt good!
Chibi smiled. Her efforts were bearing fruit, so to
speak. She might even have to back off, to slow the pace
of her sliding hand... and twiddling fingers.
"You're something of a randy little weasel," Chibi
purred, "aren't you, Munchkin?" Her hands continued their
respective tasks, and Agatha continued squirming and fighting
her bonds. "Not to worry," Chibi continued. "If you
cum sooner than I intend, we'll simply start over.
Practice makes perfect."
released from the basement bondage table, Catherine had
retaliated against Karli-the-rebellious-maid. Once the
ropes were neatly coiled and properly stowed, Catherine had
taken a firm grip on Karli's long, blond hair and dragged her
upstairs to the master (or in this case, mistress) bedroom.
Karli's response was predictable. Impeded by her
slave-chains, she clinked and clanked as quick as she could in
the immediate wake of her naked and furious (or a reasonable
facsimile, thereof) Mistress. "Ow-ow-ow! Cath-erine!"
"Quiet, you," Catherine huffed as they crossed the threshold
into her bedroom. This was all melodrama, of course.
Karli's chains were real, but Catherine's fury was an act, and
Karli knew it, and Catherine knew Karli knew it.
Mistress dragged her wayward slave to the foot of her bed,
forced her to her hands and knees on the soft carpet, then
reached under the bed and pulled out twenty feet of steel
chain. The size and weight of the links more-or-less
matched Karli's slave-chain set, one end of the chain was
solidly bolted to the underside of the foot of the bed-frame,
and soon, its other end was padlocked to the ring in the front
of Karli's collar. The naughty blonde was now both in
chains and tethered to Catherine's bed.
Karli watched as her naked, beautiful Mistress stomped (padded)
into the master-bath. Catherine's body was beautiful, even
with her tan, smooth skin crisscrossed by rapidly fading
rope-marks. Catherine was always beautiful, but Karli
found her Vengeful Mistress persona to be especially
beautiful. The sound of splashing water started and Karli
surmised Mistress was taking a refreshing shower. She
heaved a sigh and settled down onto her left side on the
carpet. She could have stood and dragged the chain and
herself to the bed, of course, but she was a Naughty
Slave-girl. It was not her place to rumple Mistress'
neatly made bed without her explicit permission.
Catherine took her time in the shower, dried herself, including
her hair, then strolled from the bathroom directly to her
walk-in closet. She ignored Karli during the brief
journey, of course. Catherine quickly dressed in panties,
jeans, and a tank-top (which was doing a heroic job of
containing Catherine's bra-less breasts), then took a certain
something from a certain drawer of a certain closet cabinet and
returned to the main bedroom.
The certain thing in question comprised the majority of the
mansion's dedicated "hobby equipment." That is, if one
excluded The Table in the basement and the steel hardware
currently locked around Karli's neck, wrists, and ankles, the
thing was more or less it. Their extensive collection of
rope, cord, and various rolls of tape would also have to be
excluded, of course, but those things all have multiple
uses. "Hobby equipment" has only one use.
Anyway, the item in Catherine's hands was... "The Hood."
Karli's eyes popped wide when she caught sight of The Hood and
Catherine's evil smile. They both hated The Hood, when it
was their turn to wear the wicked thing, but not surprisingly,
they loved it when it was their turn to use it on their partner.
The Hood was a top-of-the-line isolation helmet made from both
glove-soft leather and thick, strong, latigo straps. It
covered the wearer's head completely, with a zipper running up
the back, smaller zippers over the ears and eyes, and an
integrated leather harness that included a blindfold, ear muffs,
and a panel-gag. The hood alone covered the wearer's eyes
and ears and it incorporated a rubber ball-gag, so the harness'
thick pads and mouth-compressing panel were overkill. The
main zipper and all of the harness' buckles could be secured
with optional padlocks.
Karli was torn between an angry pout and a pathetic, begging
whine, but the issue quickly became moot. She was still
debating her response when Catherine thrust the ball-gag into
her mouth, pulled the hood over her head, and zipped up the
back, being careful not to get any of her long, blond hair
tangled in the zipper. Karli sighed through the
grommet-lined breathing holes directly over her nostrils as she
felt Catherine tighten and buckle all the various straps of the
harness, including the hood's broad, stiff collar.
Catherine left the ear-pads for last, and Karli felt her unzip
the zipper over her right ear, thrust a compacted foam earplug
into her ear, then close the zipper. Catherine then turned
Karli's hood-encased head and unzipped the left ear-zipper.
"Here's the drill, darling," Catherine whispered, her smiling
lips an inch from Karli's ear. "Once I've finished fitting
you with your pretty hat, I'll give you three taps. Then,
I want you to start playing with yourself, and don't stop until
you cum. And don't cheat. You know I can tell when
you're cumming and when you're faking it. Then, count to
100... slowly... and do it again. I'll let you know when
you can stop, and don't forget, I'll be watching. Do
exactly as you're told, or I might decide to punish
"Mrrrf!" It was both an acknowledgement and a well-gagged
"Very well." Catherine leaned close, extended her tongue,
gave it a wet twirl inside Karli's left ear, then compacted and
thrust the second foam plug into place. She then restored
the zipper and buckled the ear-pad strap, tight.
Karli had shivered in her chains during the wet intrusion of
Catherine's tongue, but she had to admire the ingenuity of her
punishment. Why didn't I think of this? she
wondered, the last time it was my turn to punish
Catherine? She heard and felt click after click as
Catherine padlocked each and every one of the hood's
buckles. Now, despite being "only" in slave-chains, Karli
couldn't remove The Hood. She also couldn't see or hear
anything to speak of, nor could she speak.
There was a pause... then something (Catherine's riding crop?)
slapped Karli's right butt cheek three times. The captive
heaved another gagged sigh, then began caressing her labia with
her fingers. Her manacles and the connecting chains didn't
encumber her efforts, but she very much knew they were there...
and she was helpless... and Mistress was watching.
Catherine enjoyed the sight of her naked, chained, and hooded
lover pleasuring herself for several seconds... which turned
into a minute. She then slowly tiptoed around Karli, not
wanting the vibrations of her footfalls to disturb her slave's
concentration, and exited the bedroom. She knew Karli
wouldn't dare deviate from her instructions, especially if she
thought Mistress was there, watching.
Catherine's intention was to make herself a nice sandwich,
return to the bedroom, and enjoy the floor show. It was an
open question as to how long Karli could keep pleasuring herself
before succumbing to physical exhaustion, erotic exhaustion, or
deciding enough was enough and throwing an old-fashioned
slave-chained and isolation-hooded tizzy-fit. In any case,
it was going to be fun.
fallen asleep in Chibi's naked embrace... and her ropes... after
a crashing multiple orgasm. Actually, she fell
asleep after three orgasms of diminishing intensity, but the
first one had definitely been multiple. Also
"fallen asleep" was less accurate than "passed out."
Agatha had somehow made it through a very bizarre
Thursday, followed by a stressful Friday, culminating in a
world-class weird Friday night. Of course she'd
passed out. A person can only take so much kidnapping and
naked bondage at the hands of beautiful near-strangers and
finger-fiddling from her BFF before succumbing to exhaustion.
Anyway... Agatha opened her eyes. She didn't have her
glasses—they were on the night-stand, next to Chibi's—but she
could see well enough in the darkened studio apartment.
The Japanese cat-duckling demon nightlight was still glowing and
its light was more than adequate for Agatha's dark-adapted
eyes. Chibi was sprawled next to her on the bed, by all
appearances fast asleep.
Oh-by-the-way, Agatha was free! That is, the ropes that
had formerly bound her naked body from head to toe (including
the toe-cord) were now a tangle of hemp or jute, sharing the bed
with Agatha and her former kidnapper. The elements of
Agatha's former gag, the crumpled hankie and narrowly folded
scarf, were also part of the clutter on the bed. Anyway,
Agatha was free! Naked and free!
Agatha eased herself off the bed. This failed to awaken
her hostess/captor, but Chibi did react. She stretched
like the proverbial kitten, then squirmed in the tangle of rope
and rumpled sheets. Agatha donned her glasses, stared down
at her BFF... and smiled. Chibi Chima was a mess of
sprawled limbs and tangled hair, and she was adorable.
A thrill rippled through Agatha's pussy as she gazed at the
sleeping pixie—and Chibi is, indeed, a pixie,
Agatha decided. Her BFF might have an inch of height on
Agatha, but Chibi was a pixie.
Chibi's right arm was tangled in a couple of coils of the loose
rope. The twisted strands were no more an impediment to
the slumbering beauty than the tangled sheets, of course, but...
the rope was there. Agatha imagined her friend bound and
gagged as she had been, only it was Agatha who had captured and
expertly restrained the squirming, mewling prisoner... and it
was Agatha's turn to take liberties and have her way with her
The pussy-thrill returned, in spades, then Agatha shook her
head, turned, and padded to the bathroom, moving as silently as
she could. She eased the door closed behind her, relieved
herself, took a drink of water and splashed her face, then eased
the door open and returned to the bed. She removed her
glasses and placed them back on the night-stand, eased down onto
the mattress, slid between the covers—and realized Chibi was
awake and smiling at her.
"Hey there," Chibi purred.
"I'm not talking to you," Agatha huffed.
"You're not?" Chibi giggled.
"No, I'm not." Her face set in an epic pout, Agatha pulled
the top sheet over both their bodies and (to her great surprise)
leaned close and planted a kiss on Chibi's smiling lips.
"Never again. Total silence." A couple of turns of
the tangled rope were grinding into her hip, so Agatha reached
down and pulled them from under her body. "I ought to tie
you up and see how you like it," she muttered.
"But you don't know how, do you?" Chibi said quietly.
Agatha heaved a sigh of heartbreaking proportions. "No,"
she admitted, "I don't. Not really."
Chibi pulled Agatha into another embrace and returned the
kiss. "Well, I guess I'll have to teach you," she sighed.
Agatha blinked in the near darkness. "Teach me?"
"Not tonight, Munchkin," Chibi purred. "Go to sleep."
Agatha couldn't think of a snappy comeback, so she closed her
eyes. Chibi's naked body felt very good snuggled against
her own naked body. Bondage lessons... cool.
And with that, she drifted off. Agatha really was
morning, since Agatha's jeans and blouse were a rumpled mess and
were in no way suitable for a third day of store clerk duty,
with or without underwear, Agatha was forced to borrow some
clothes from Chibi.
Agatha had wakened to find Chibi emerging from the bathroom with
a towel wrapped around her torso and another around her hair,
turban fashion. "The shower's all yours, sleepyhead,"
Chibi announced, then opened the top drawer of her chest of
drawers and started rummaging through the contents.
"Well?" she said after a few seconds.
Agatha had hoped to spend a couple of more minutes in bed (and
an opportunity to watch Chibi get dressed had nothing to
do with it), but she hauled herself to her feet, stretched, and
stumbled towards the bathroom. She would have taken a
long, hot, sinfully wasteful shower, but was second in line and
the capacity of Chibi's hot water tank wasn't up to the
task. Anyway, refreshed, toweled dry (with the partial
exception of her still slightly damp short hair), and her towel
wrapped around her torso, Agatha returned to the main apartment
and the now neatly made bed. The ropes were gone.
Agatha assumed they were coiled and back in their Rubbermaid
tote in the closet. And waiting on the bedspread were the
clothes her hostess had selected from her wardrobe for Agatha to
wear. They were:
Agatha's sneakers were on the floor beside the bed, waiting to
complete the ensemble.
- A pair of Hello Kitty® panties, predominately in
salmon-pink, but with yellow daisy accents.
- A gauze-thin, pink bra with a lot of frilly lace. No
cartoon felines were in evidence, but color-wise it was
compatible with the panties.
- A pair of white anklets with lace trim.
- A Navy-blue dress with white trim, a feminized sailor suit
which Agatha recognized immediately as a Japanese
"You have got to be kidding me," Agatha huffed, then
shook her head. "No way."
"What?" Chibi inquired. She was in the kitchen area
preparing a breakfast-for-two of bacon, scrambled eggs, toast,
and coffee. Her outfit was typical Chibi: sneakers, jeans,
and a black, French-cut t-shirt with the fierce image of Usagi
Yojimbo emblazoned on the front. Agatha knew Chibi
owned at least three different jackets that would complete the
look. Both costumes, Chibi's and Agatha's potential outfit, were
well within Finley's dress code, but...
"A Japanese schoolgirl?" Agatha whined. "Get me
Chibi shook her head. "I don't have anything else, except
my kimono and prom dress. Everything else is dirty."
"Well..." Chibi smiled. "Yeah, but you'll look so
cute in that dress. Please, for me? Also,
you'll make Finley smile, and she might let you out of the
"Not likely," Agatha muttered, still wearing the towel and still
staring at the clothing on the bed.
"Ya never know," Chibi giggled. "Time off for cute
Agatha couldn't help but smile. Actually, her lips curled
and cheeks dimpled in "grin-smirk #7," two parts wry amusement
and one part respectful acknowledgement of a nice turn of
phrase. She picked up the panties and began to dress.
When the girls
arrived at Bibliophile Books, Agatha's sailor-suit dress was a
smashing success, the relevant metric being its ability to
elicit smiles and chuckles from both Finley and Edwina.
Both managers agreed that while Agatha's knees were a little
knobby (which Chibi assured her BFF in a whisper that they most
assuredly were not!) she looked precious in the uniform,
with its pleated skirt, jumper-style top, and cute little
scarf. Agatha blushed, executed a shuffling pirouette at
Finley's command, then blushed some more.
Anyway, Finley had big news that eclipsed the issue of Agatha's
undeniable cuteness: Finley had decided to hire additional
staff! Apparently, the store was doing really well,
bucking the national trend for bookstores. Also, maybe now
Chibi would shut up about not having time to adequately maintain
and expand the store's website. Finley had been joking
about that last part, as everyone knew she was entirely
satisfied with Chibi's web-mistress efforts, but the bombshell
had still exploded. More staff! Finley and Edwina
had already conducted an interview and the first provisional
hire was set to start work tomorrow. So... more staff!
Needless to say, the rest of the day passed in something of a
buzz. Agatha confided to Chibi that while it was certainly
a good thing that Bibliophile Books was a success, and they did
need more clerks to put more flexibility in the work schedule,
she hoped Fin and Ed hired nice people. Chibi nodded
gravely and said she agreed entirely. After all, she
pointed out, Finley had hired Agatha, so who knew what sort of
borderline sociopath she might hire next. This was
hilarious, of course, but Finley gave Agatha the Evil Eye, all
the way from across the store, preempting the retaliatory
tickling Chibi so richly deserved.
The news was almost enough to make Agatha forget recent events,
meaning the various kidnappings, bondage, naked cuddling, and
finger-fiddling she'd endured—NOT! For one thing, she was
still in Finley's doghouse. For another, Chibi kept
And then, just before closing, the second bombshell of the day
exploded. Edwina called Agatha over and handed her a large
padded mailing envelope. It was heavy enough to contain an
oversize book. The envelope had been opened and resealed,
and stapled to one edge was a piece of Bibliophile Books
notepaper with a name and address printed in Edwina's neat hand:
"Catherine Stirling," and the address was Sinister Stirling
"Finley says you're to deliver this on your way home," Edwina
Agatha blinked in surprise. "What is it?"
Edwina smiled. "Gee, I'm not sure, maybe... a book?"
"Uh... okay," Agatha sighed, taking custody of the
package. Sinister Stirling Mansion was not on her way
home, nor was it high on the list of places she wanted to go
anywhere near anytime soon, but when you're in Finley's
doghouse, all roads lead to wherever she says you need to
be. Agatha sighed and hefted the package. It wasn't
all that heavy.
"Don't worry, I'll go with you," a familiar voice announced.
Agatha rolled her eyes and turned to frown at her BFF.
"You do that on purpose!" she accused.
"Sneak up behind me," Agatha huffed. "Stop it!"
"If you insist," Chibi giggled. She took the Mysterious
Package while Agatha donned her trench coat. "At least
it's not ticking," she said, holding the envelope to her left
"Very funny," Agatha huffed, then jerked the package from
Chibi's hands. "Let's go."
Chibi was already wearing the corduroy jacket and raincoat she'd
chosen to complete her ensemble. "Don't worry," she said
gravely as they left the store. "I won't stand idly by
while The Shieldmaiden and Catherine-the-Hot have their way with
Agatha rolled her eyes and shook her head. That last jab
wasn't worth a response, although, truth be told, Agatha was very
grateful for Chibi's presence. The prospect of returning
to Sinister Stirling Mansion without backup was... disturbing.
"And remember," Chibi said as they strolled down the sidewalk,
"we aren't leaving until you get your underwear back."
Agatha rolled her eyes, again (and blushed). "Shut up."
All too soon,
Sinister Stirling Mansion loomed before them, dominating the
peaceful urban neighborhood like... like... Okay, it was
just a Victorian-style house. It wasn't painted in
depressing shades of gray with a front garden of thorn bushes
and a circling flock of cawing ravens; but it was home
to a pair of gorgeous Nefarious Kidnappers!
"Courage to the sticking place," Chibi giggled as they mounted
the steps to the front door.
"Keep your Shakespeare to yourself," Agatha huffed as she
reached for the door bell. She paused to heave a nervous
sigh, then pressed the button. She expected deep, rather
funereal bells to sound, but instead there was a rippling,
rather pleasant series of chimes. "Remember," she
whispered to Chibi, "We hand over the book and split. Got
"Got it," Chibi said gravely.
The front door opened—Agatha blinked and stopped breathing—and
Karli was standing in the threshold, a broad smile on her
angelic (demonic) face.
"Munchkin!" The Shieldmaiden gushed. "And you've brought a
friend. Come in, come in!"
"No!" Agatha wailed, swallowed, then tried again. "No,
thank you. I'm just making a delivery." She
presented the mailing envelope, and—"Hey!"—Karli had taken the
envelope with her right hand, draped her left arm across
Agatha's shoulders, and more or less swept her into the
house—and Chibi helped by pushing her from behind!
"Don't be rude," Chibi giggled, then helped defeat Agatha's
halfhearted resistance as Karli divested her of her trench coat.
"Oh, what a cute little outfit," Karli gushed. She was
referring to Agatha's sailor-suit, of course.
"W-we're not staying!" Agatha insisted, her hands at her sides
and clenched in tight fists.
"I said, don't be rude," Chibi whispered to her BFF, then smiled
at Karli as she removed her raincoat and hung it next to
Agatha's trench coat. "Hi, I'm Alice, but my friends call
me Chibi. You must be Agatha's new girlfriend, Karli."
Agatha's face burst into flame. That is, she
"Pleased to meet you, Chibi," Karli chuckled.
Agatha blinked in surprise (if she'd ever stopped). Was it
her imagination, or was Karli also blushing? ...just a
"Mistress Stirling is in the Garden Parlor," Karli
continued. "If you'll come this way..." She placed
her arm back across Agatha's shoulders and politely guided her
down the hallway.
Agatha heaved her best pitiful, pouting sigh as she was dragged
kicking and screaming through the house. Actually, she
went quietly, but her heart was hammering in her chest.
She looked back over her shoulder and sent a dozen visual
daggers in Chibi's direction. They were the Oriental kind,
with razor-sharp double-blades that curved back and forth like
The mailing envelope in her right hand, Chibi-the-Traitor smiled
back, impervious to Agatha's lethal stare.
They entered the parlor and Agatha stared in surprise, meaning even
The parlor was like the rest of the mansion, Victorian in style
but without being cluttered or oppressive. There were
French doors and a wall of windows looking out on a charming
deck and the well-tended garden beyond. The furnishings
were the usual: a comfortable-looking settee, a pair of winged
chairs, and tables with lamps and candle-holders. And
Sitting in a straight-back chair was Catherine Stirling, the
Mistress of the Mansion! She was naked—totally
naked—and lashed to the chair from ankles to shoulders by enough
white nylon rope to rig a small sailing sloop! A strip of
Elastoplast covered most of her lower face, but as always with
such tape, the outline of her lips stood out in
"Have a seat and I'll brew some tea," Karli suggested.
"How very kind," Chibi said as she settled into one of the wing
Agatha stared at Catherine, whose eyes smiled back above her
gag, then watched Karli leave the parlor by another door,
apparently headed for the kitchen. Agatha's heart was
tripping like a hammer, again, and her breasts were
heaving. She looked back the way they had come. The
entryway was visible at the end of the hallway. It was
entirely possible she could sprint for the door, pause only long
enough to grab her trench coat, and be out in the street before
Karli even knew she was making a break for it.
And speaking of breasts... Catherine had breasts, very
nice breasts, and they were framed by neat, multiple horizontal
and diagonal strands of white rope, and they were naked... and
Also, fleeing would mean abandoning Chibi to an uncertain fate
in the depths of Sinister Stirling Mansion. Of course,
Chibi was (apparently) a no-good-rotten-traitor!
But she was still Agatha's BFF.
Also, Catherine's skin was smooth, and firm, and tan, and there
was a lot of it. And the rope binding her to the chair was
tight, and redundant, and exquisitely well-placed, and there was
a lot of it. And Catherine's eyes—those gorgeous blue
eyes—were still smiling.
Her heart still hammering, Agatha settled onto the settee, her
knees demurely together and hands in her lap. "I guess we
can stay a few minutes," she said quietly.