|by Van © 2015
back at Bibliophile Books...
"You did what?" Finley
"I told Agatha to deliver Catherine's special order," Edwina
said. "What's the big deal?"
They were alone in the store and it was already locked up tight
for the evening. The alarm system was armed and the
after-hours lighting set, illuminating the display windows as
well as the interior of the store. The downtown pedestrian
traffic beyond the panes of glass and lowered security screens
had dropped to nothing, as usual.
Finley stared at her Assistant Manager for several seconds
before answering. The redhead's face was tired from
pretending to frown at Agatha all day, but she soldiered
on. And was it Finley's imagination, or was Edwina's show
of innocence just a little too contrived? And was
that a ghost of a mischievous smile threatening to curl the
"Does the phrase 'too much of a good thing' ring any bells?"
"I don't know what you mean," Edwina responded, and now the
smile was definitely gaining ground.
"We agreed to introduce Agatha to our little collective secret,"
Finley sighed, "but I'm in charge of her initiation into
the Nancy Drew Book Club."
"You mean you outsourced it to Catherine and Karli," Edwina
said, and now she was smiling.
Finley rolled her eyes. "And you don't think that Chibi's
egging things on? You don't think the girls took things to
a new level just last night?"
Edwina's smile wavered. "Well..."
"Too much is never enough for our Chibi," Finley sighed, "and
now you throw the pair of them to the wolves. It's too
much, too soon. Agatha will probably run down the street
screaming. Or worse yet, quit. Then I'll have to
hire another new clerk."
Edwina frowned. "I don't think—"
"No," Finley interrupted, "you don't think." She
examined her friend from head to toe, noting her sensible pumps,
stockings, skirt, blouse, her neat blond ponytail, and her
glasses. Finley, herself, was similarly dressed, as usual,
although her ginger locks were much too short for a
ponytail. "I think it's time for another unscheduled
Edwina's smile faltered, then returned. "I don't see how
there's any need to—"
"Quiet!" Finley barked. "What do we do in the event of a
Edwina sighed and rolled her eyes. "We cooperate with the
robbers. No amount of cash-on-hand is worth a trip to the
hospital, or worse." She paused to clean her glasses with
a white hankie. "Actually, I did a spreadsheet model
comparing various cash levels verses the expected medical
expenses from getting roughed up by robbers as covered by our
insurance plan. It was a minor factor in my recommendation
to upgrade the credit card interface for the new registers so we
could reduce our daily cash held. Also—"
"Shut it," Finley barked, and now she was the one struggling to
suppress a smile. "Hands up! Consider yourself
Edwina raised her hands, as ordered, and Finley rolled her eyes,
again. "Metaphorically." She nodded towards the
windows. "What if somebody sees you?"
Edwina smiled sheepishly as she lowered her hands.
Finley pointed towards the back of the store. "You know
where to go," she muttered.
Edwina heaved a Tragic Sigh, turned and trudged towards the work
area and the stairs leading down to the basement. Her back
to her boss (and fellow club member) she was finally able to let
her full smile blossom.
Actually, the staircase behind the nondescript door in the back
of the workroom led down to the basement and up to
Finley's apartment above the store, but the upwards stairs were
behind a second, heavier door across a small landing, and the
door had a discrete sign that read "PRIVATE" and was secured
with a deadbolt lock.
The basement was what you'd expect to find underneath a downtown
store: red brick walls, tiny windows dirty to the point of near
opacity and protected by anti-burglar bars, steel support
columns, the usual utilities, also dust and cobwebs. There
was a little clutter in the form of a set of four bookshelf
end-cap units Finley thought she might someday decide to put
back into use... or not.
"Strip," Finley ordered when they reached the bottom of the
stairs. Requiring Edwina to remove her clothes was a
concession to practicality, not part of the "robbery
drill." They didn't automatically assume that hypothetical
robbers would require the sales staff to strip, but the basement
was dusty, very dusty.
"If you'd only schedule these unscheduled drills," Edwina
complained as she unbuttoned her blouse, "I could bring a change
Finley's only reply was a wry smirk. She handed Edwina a
clothes hanger, then crossed her arms across her chest and
watched Edwina remove her blouse and skirt, hang them from the
hanger, and hang the hanger from a convenient nail.
"Pantyhose," Finley ordered.
Edwina rolled her eyes, then peeled down her pantyhose, stepped
out of her pumps, removed the hose completely, and stepped back
into her pumps. Her costume was now reduced to her
sensible black shoes—a pair of plain, white, brief-style
panties—a white, slightly less plain, under-wire bra—and her
Edwina blushed, slightly. Finley was inquiring as to her
preferred brand of unmentionables. "Yeah, Hanes."
Still smiling, Finley gestured across the basement. "Man
your favorite post, and now you can put your hands up."
Edwina raised her hands and casually strolled to the steel
support column farthest from the stairs. The column in
question was about eight inches in diameter and was painted a
rather depressing shade of gray. Edwina placed her back
and nylon-clad rump against the cool, smooth steel, and crossed
her wrists behind the column.
Meanwhile, Finley had walked to one of the end-cap units, opened
a clear plastic bag, and pulled out four milky-white,
heavy-duty, plastic cable-ties, each about 24 inches in length.
"Nooo," Edwina whined. "Use the rope. I hate those
"And why should naughty girls who are being punished be allowed
to play with the things they like?" Finley teased, then pointed
to the floor in front of the column. "Sit."
Edwina stared down at the concrete with a heartbreaking
pout. "It's dirty."
"I ought to make you roll on the floor for two minutes,"
Finley purred. "Sit."
Edwina heaved a heartfelt sigh, then settled her rump on the
floor and crossed her wrists behind the post, again. The
concrete was indeed dirty, also gritty and cold... or at least
Finley knelt behind the column and the "naughty girl" and
tightened a cable-tie around Edwina's wrists. A shiver of
dread (or something) rippled along Edwina's spine as the plastic
teeth rattled and slid through the locking tab. Finley
then tightened a second cable-tie, also around Edwina's wrists,
but 90-degrees to the first. The blond captive's wrists
were now crossed to stay.
"You're a big ol' meanie," Edwina sighed. The cable-ties
were tight, but she knew she'd be okay if she didn't get carried
away with the struggling.
Meanwhile, Finley had crossed Edwina's ankles and used two
cable-ties to bind them together in the same manner as her
wrists. She then climbed to her feet and stood in front of
her "victim." Edwina's legs were tucked to one side, her
ankles crossed and bound, and her wrists bound behind the
column. She was wearing nothing but her underwear,
glasses, and an expression of distress worthy of any damsel in
the long history of damsels-in-distress. Edwina was
"Meanie," Edwina groused.
Finley's response was to turn, stroll to the end-cap unit, and
return with a roll of silver duct-tape.
Edwina watched as Finley pulled strip after seven-inch strip of
tape from the roll, tacking each silvery rectangle by one corner
to the steel column, just above Edwina's head. It was
obvious what was coming, but what Edwina didn't expect was for
her smiling, red-haired captor to slide the roll of tape up her
left arm like a bracelet, reach under her skirt, pull down her
panties, then step free. The panties in question were
more-or-less identical to Edwina's. "Don't you dare!"
Edwina objected, tugging on her bound wrists. "Fin-ley!
Still smiling the same quirky, infuriating smile, Finley had
stuffed her panties into Edwina's mouth! And now, she was
plastering strip after strip of duct-tape over said mouth,
covering Edwina's lower face from ear to ear and from her
flaring nostrils to just under her chin.
"Yes, yes, I know," Finley chuckled. "I'm a big ol'
meanie. I really am." She returned the roll of
duct-tape to the end-cap unit, then strolled to the foot of the
stairs. She flipped a switch, turning off the overhead
lights, then stooped and plugged an extension cord into an
electrical outlet. The cord powered a pair of small
work-lights clamped to the joists above Edwina. The lights
were fitted with heat-lamp bulbs and were now the only light in
the basement. They shone down on Edwina like a pair of
red-orange spotlights. Eventually, they'd transfer enough
radiant energy to make Edwina start sweating. This was bad
(the actions of a "big ol' meanie"), but the alternative,
abandoning the nearly naked captive in the cold basement, was
"Don't worry," Finley said as she mounted the stairs.
"When the store doesn't open in the morning, I'm sure one of our
loyal customers will call the cops... eventually." And
with that (and still smiling), she abandoned Edwina in her
I really am a big ol' meanie, Finley thought as she
entered her apartment. She'd decided not to cook but to
order take-out, but couldn't decide between pizza, Chinese, or
that Turkish kebab place two blocks away. She turned on
her TV and navigated the menu to one of the alternative source
inputs Chibi, their resident IT expert, had arranged for her
beloved boss. The red-shifted image of Edwina, bound to
the basement column in her underwear and gagged with Finley's
panties and several strips of duct-tape, filled the
screen. The WiFi link between the tiny camera clamped to
the joists, Finley's home router, and the TV was functioning
perfectly. Edwina weakly squirmed in her bonds.
Finley liked the way the long, stiff ends of the cable-ties
shook as Edwina struggled. A pity there's no sound,
Finley had decided she was in the mood for kebabs. The
problem was, Edwina wasn't a big fan of what she called
"over-spiced, lamb-flavored charcoal briquettes." Too
bad, Finley thought. Naughty girls should
appreciate not being put to bed without any
supper. In any case, it was still a little early to
place an order. Edwina wasn't through languishing.
Finley picked up her phone, anyway. She had another call
back at Sinister Stirling Mansion...
Agatha sat on the settee in
Catherine's parlor in uncomfortable silence. Chibi sat in
a nearby wing-chair, also silent, but much more at ease.
Catherine, their hostess, sat in her straight chair, but that
was hardly a matter of choice as she was bound to said chair by
several yards of tight, cinched, well-placed strands of white
nylon rope. She was also naked, meaning Catherine.
Not Agatha or Chibi. They were fully clothed. But
not Catherine. She was naked. Agatha shifted in her
seat, meaning squirmed nervously in her seat. Chibi did
not. Neither did Catherine.
Also, Catherine was gagged with a strip of Elastoplast
tape. Hence the silence. It would be rude for Agatha
and Chibi to make smalltalk while their hostess was unable to
participate... not that Agatha could think of anything more
profound to discuss than the weather, and "Nice day for it,
don't you think?" would be sooo lame. Anyway,
Chibi was too busy leering at Catherine's tan, perfect, helpless
body and enjoying Agatha's blushing embarrassment to
talk. Hence the silence.
At one point, the telephone base station on a nearby table began
warbling. Agatha glanced at Catherine, but before she
could ask permission to pick up the handset, the sound stopped
in mid-ring. Agatha deduced that Karli had taken the call
in the kitchen.
So... Fidgeting. Silence.
And speaking of embarrassment, Agatha was surprised to find she
wasn't in a petrified state of mind-numbing
paralysis. Heart beating like crazy, again?
Yes. Blushing? Yes. Boobs bobbing as she
breathed a little more rapidly and deeply than usual.
Maybe. Sweating? Yes. Panic attack?
No. Go figure.
Just then the side door swung open and Karli reappeared,
carrying a complete tea service on a silver tray. "That
was Finley on the phone," she announced as she set the tray on
the side-table next to Catherine. "To make a long story
short, Chibi, you're now sharing the doghouse with Agatha."
"What did I do?" Chibi demanded.
Karli shrugged as she poured tea into a cup. "Take it up
with your boss. I'm sure you're guilty of something."
She added a dash of milk to the tea, stirred it with a small
spoon, then balanced the saucer and cup atop Catherine's bound
knees. "Also, Agatha," The Shieldmaiden continued, "you're
off limits for the evening. No rope bondage."
"What?" Agatha gasped. "Why? I mean, good."
Her cheeks was now bright crimson. "Uh... what?"
"I think 'no rope bondage' is pretty self-explanatory," Karli
purred. "As the newest member of the Nancy Drew Book Club,
it's too early for such things. We need to complete your
initiation, hazing, and instruction."
Chibi grinned at her astonished BFF. "It seems to me like
rope bondage is hazing. It was when I
Agatha's lips curled in an appreciative smile. "Nancy Drew
Book Club. Cool." But the smile quickly morphed into
a frown and she turned and blinked in Chibi's direction.
"Wait! You're a member?"
"Obvi," Chibi giggled. "Member in good standing since...
"Yes, yes, fascinating," Karli chuckled as she poured a second
cup of tea and handed it to Agatha. She then focused her
smile on Chibi. "Strip."
Chibi rolled her eyes (and Agatha blinked several more
times). "It figures," Chibi sighed, then unlaced her
sneakers and kicked them off. She then stood, unzipped and
pulled down her jeans, stepped free, pulled her Usagi
Yojimbo t-shirt over her head, pulled her sports bra over
her head, and finally, pulled down and removed her panties.
Agatha noted that her BFF's underwear were licensed Wonder
Woman® products, by the way. The bra was red with the
winged WW logo and the panties were blue, spangled with white
Meanwhile, Karli removed the saucer and cup from Catherine's
knees, then indicated her Mistress' lap with a grand
gesture. "Sit," she ordered.
"Moi?" Chibi asked, the very picture of innocence.
Karli nodded. "Boob-to-boob."
Chibi winked at her blushing BFF, then padded to Catherine's
chair and carefully settled her weight (what there was of it) on
Catherine's lap with her legs wrapped around Catherine's waist
and the chair-back, as best she could, and her hands on
Catherine's shoulders. "Hi," she said to their hostess.
Catherine's blue eyes smiled back at Chibi, and continued to do
so as Karli stepped behind the chair, lifted the first of
several neat coils of rope from the floor, and began lashing
Chibi in place.
Agatha watched—and nearly burned her tongue on her tea—as Karli
lashed Chibi's ankles and knees to the chair-back, tied her
wrists together and to the back of the chair, then tightened
loops of rope around the chair and both captive's upper
bodies. They really are boob-to-boob, Agatha
realized. They were also face-to-face.
Karli smiled at Agatha. "Why don't you come help me
prepare dinner," she suggested.
"Uh..." Agatha set her cup and saucer on a side-table,
then stood and straightened the front of her sailor-suit.
"Okay." She watched as Karli peeled back about an inch of
one corner of Catherine's tape-gag, then folded the Elastoplast
back on itself, making a small tab. She then planted a
kiss on Catherine's forehead, Chibi's smiling lips, then
strolled towards the side door.
Agatha hurried to join Karli. "They'll be okay, won't
they?" she said in a whisper.
Karli smiled. "Once Chibi manages to peel the tape from
Catherine's lips so they can suck face? Sure."
"S-suck face?" Agatha squealed. "Oh!" Karli had
placed her arm across Agatha's shoulders and was leading her
from the parlor. Agatha's last view of the prisoners
before the door swung closed was of Chibi taking the edge of
Catherine's tape-gag between her incisors and starting to tug.
grilled chicken salad," Karli explained as they entered the
kitchen. "Are you up to slicing some olives and cherry
tomatoes, or are you too nervous?"
"I'm fine," Agatha huffed as Kari opened the oven and carefully
removed a sizzling dish of chicken thighs. By the marks on
their sides, they'd already been grilled on the stovetop.
"I'll let these rest a while before slicing them up," Karli
explained, then started pulling things from the refrigerator: a
head of lettuce, a small tub of mixed olives, a bundle of
scallions, more bundles of various fresh herbs, the
aforementioned tomatoes, etc.
"Ya know," Agatha said quietly, "you're supposed to ask someone
if they want to join your book club before kidnapping them and
ripping off their clothes."
Karli smiled. "May I remind you that you followed Finley
to our last meeting and volunteered to participate."
Agatha's response was a blush and what Karli considered to be
her most adorable pout to date. "Volunteered," the petite
brunette muttered. "Hardly."
"Yes, you were hardly a challenge," Karli agreed, then started
tearing leaves of lettuce from the head and dropping then in a
colander. "Everything else is already rinsed," she
Agatha organized the remaining vegetable ingredients, Karli gave
her a cutting board, a very sharp knife, and a small bowl, and
she started doing her part in the preparation.
"The olives are already pitted," Karli said.
Agatha nodded. "You're really not gonna tie me up?" she
asked (casually, very casually).
Karli grinned. "Not tonight," she confirmed.
"Good." Agatha was still blushing, but only a little.
"Don't act so disappointed," Karli teased.
Agatha rolled her eyes (and her blush deepened). "Stop
it," she huffed, then concentrated on slicing the tiny tomatoes
into perfect halves.
Both in her
personal life and in business, Finley had found attention to
detail and perseverance to be very important, and that also
extended to being a "Big Ol' Meanie."
After letting Edwina languish in the basement for a little more
than an hour, Finley returned and released her from the
column. That is, she used a small pair of wire cutters to
sever the cable-ties binding the bespectacled blonde's wrists
behind her back; however, before Edwina realized what was
happening or could stop her, Finley rolled her friend onto her
stomach on the dusty concrete and began binding her wrists
together with a length of stout cord. Belatedly, Edwina
began squirming and fighting.
In the course of the previous hour, the heat-lamps still glowing
overhead had raised quite a bit of sweat on Edwina's nearly
naked body, and her efforts to evade recapture quickly served to
collect and spread quite a bit of dust and dirt, smudging her
skin and slightly damp underwear. "Mrrrrpfh!" The
complaints she forced through Finley's panties and the duct-tape
sealing her lips were ignored as Finley tightened more cord
around her upper arms, just above her elbows.
Finley was doing a superb job binding her prisoner. She
truly was a Mistress of Bondage. (Either that or Edwina's
struggles were purposefully ineffective and were merely for
show, but that hardly seems likely.) "Mrrrf!"
"Hush," Finley chuckled as she finished binding Edwina's upper
arms to her torso, passing strands of cord above and below her
soiled bra and sweaty breasts. She then severed the
cable-ties binding the glowering, tape-gagged blonde's crossed
ankles and lifted her to her feet. Edwina nearly tripped
on her black pumps, so Finley stooped, plucked them from
Edwina's soon-to-be-bare feet, and tossed them away. "Now
you won't stumble on the stairs," she purred.
No, I'll just grind the dirt into my feet as we walk,
Finley led her prisoner up the stairs to her apartment and
plunked Edwina down on the carpet in the middle of the living
room so that she was sitting cross-legged. She then tied
Edwina's ankles together, looped cord behind her head and forced
her to lean forward, then tied a final knot. "I've always
liked the shrimp-tie," Finley said as she stood before her
captive, her hands on her hips and a quirky, infuriating smile
on her lips.
Edwina lifted her tape-gagged head and glared at her captor
through her glasses. She did not like the
shrimp-tie, unless it was someone else bound in a permanent
Finley continued smiling at her helpless, bound and gagged
friend. Edwina's skin was still shining with sweat and she
was smudged with basement dirt. Her bra and panties were
also damp and soiled and her gagged-face smudged, as well.
Several long, blond strands had escaped her ponytail, and they
were the only thing about the wiggling, squirming prisoner that
were in any way escaping. Finally, the soles of her feet
were black with dirt and her toes dirty. In Finley's
humble opinion, Edwina had never been more beautiful.
Edwina glared at Finley.
Finley smiled at Edwina.
"Well," Finley said as she picked up her phone, "if you'll
excuse me, I have to place a call for some takeout."
Edwina watched as Finley tapped out a number and strolled
away. She couldn't hear everything her captor was saying,
but at one point she thought she heard Finley say "two kebab
Edwina stared daggers at Finley's back. I hate kebabs.
a good long shower. Why? Well, she'd put in a hard
day of clerking at Bibliophile Books, the evening had
been stressful (meaning arousing), Catherine had insisted she
spend the night, Chibi as well, so Agatha needed a
shower. Probably, everybody needed a shower.
Dinner had been delicious... and strange. Catherine and
Chibi were untied from the chair in the parlor and the meal was
served in the dining room, but both former prisoners remained
naked! That is, they all sat at the table and enjoyed
Karli's superbly seasoned grilled chicken salad (with white
wine) but only Karli and Agatha were dressed, Karli in her usual
sneakers, jeans, and blouse, and Agatha in her sneakers and
borrowed anklets and sailor-suit/schoolgirl uniform.
There was the usual small talk. Chibi let slip that a new
clerk would be joining the store staff tomorrow and Catherine
and Karli agreed that was very nice. Agatha also
agreed. She was curious about the new clerk, of course,
but there were... distractions.
For one thing, there were Catherine's breasts. Make
that two things, Agatha thought as she took a sip
of wine. They were very nice breasts, as she'd noted
earlier. Chibi also had breasts, and they were equally
nice, in their own way. Also, Catherine's skin was smooth
and firm and tan. Ditto for Chibi, except the tan
part. Like Agatha, Chibi was somewhat pale, especially in
comparison to their hostess, but she did have very nice skin.
Agatha noticed that Karli had noticed her noticing Catherine and
Chibi's breasts, skin, and everything. The smile on the
blonde's beautiful face caused Agatha to blush, yet again.
I wonder if too much blushing can cause skin damage, she
Anyway, the meal over and cleanup complete, Catherine made the
sleep-over announcement and suggested (ordered) Agatha to take
the first shower—and Agatha had done so, wondering all the while
why she didn't assert herself and insist that she had to go
home. For one thing, mail had to be accumulating in her
mailbox, not having been checked for two nights, and for another
thing... who was Catherine to give her orders? It wasn't
like before, when Agatha was kidnapped and bound and gagged and
at Catherine's mercy, with the equally beautiful and gorgeous
Shieldmaiden at Catherine's beck and call and together they
could do anything they wanted to poor, helpless Agatha.
Finley had called and declared it a rope-free night! So
why should Agatha stay?
Agatha pondered that question for an eternity (meaning about
five seconds), then made her way to the second floor bathroom,
removed her clothes, and took her shower, as ordered. It
was Chibi that made up her mind. Agatha decided she had to
stay and protect her BFF. Otherwise, Karli might tie her
to Catherine, again, and poor, innocent Chibi would have to suck
face with their hostess all night. Anyway, that was
Agatha's excuse and she decided to stick to it.
Soon after Agatha was luxuriating under the hot water, someone
entered the bathroom. "Eeek! Hello?"
"It's only me," Catherine's voice announced. "I'm just
collecting your clothing."
"Huh?" Agatha inquired, but Catherine was already gone.
Agatha peeked around the shower curtain, and despite her lack of
glasses, could see that her clothes, Hello Kitty® panties and
pink bra included, had, indeed, vanished. Agatha sighed
and wondered if Catherine was taking her borrowed undies to soak
in the laundry, like before, and she'd be forced to go commando
in the morning, also like before.
Agatha completed her shower and the rest of her preparations for
bed, wrapped the damp towel around her torso, opened the
bathroom door—"Oh!"—and found Catherine waiting for her in the
hall. Her hostess had donned a very nice robe but was
otherwise unclothed. Her feet were bare. Naked,
wearing a robe, or fully clothed, Agatha sighed, she's
"Your room is this way," Catherine purred, took Agatha by the
hand, and led her down the hallway.
Agatha's cheeks were burning and her heart hammering,
again. Was she going to spend the night with the
goddess? Was she going to get to suck face with
Catherine? That would be... horrible? Hardly.
Anyway, their destination was Karli's room, not Catherine's.
Agatha watched as Catherine turned a skeleton key in the door's
lock, opened the door, and gently pushed her across the
threshold. The room was dark but for the Wonder Woman
nightlight glowing on the bedside table. There was
something on the bed, itself, under the covers, but before
Agatha could make out any details, two things happened.
(1) Catherine grabbed the top of Agatha's towel and pulled it
from her body. "Hey!" And (2) Catherine closed and
locked the door.
"Goodnight, Munchkin," Catherine called from the hallway.
"Catherine!" Agatha complained, leaning down and peering through
the keyhole. Catherine had taken the key with her.
"Uh... goodnight." Suddenly, Agatha heard a rustling sound
behind her back. The bed! she realized, and
quickly turned. Whatever was on the bed, under the covers,
it was moving.
Agathe tiptoed across the room, gazed down at the squirming lump
for a couple of seconds, then took hold of the bedspread and
top-sheet with one trembling hand and... threw back the covers!
It wasn't the most profound thing Agatha might have said, but it
certainly was appropriate. The lump on the bed was
Karli—and she was naked—and she was tied up—and she was
Karli's arms were folded behind her back and neat, tight strands
of white nylon rope pinned her upper arms to her sides, passing
above and below her naked breasts, yoked her shoulders, and
(apparently, obviously) bound her wrists behind her back and
against her spine. Also, each of her ankles were tied to
their respective upper thighs. In other words, her knees
were bent and her legs reduced to a pair of flopping
flippers. The blond captive gazed up at Agatha with her
big, blue, gorgeous eyes, the outline of her lips visible on the
strip of Elastoplast covering most of her lower face. The
light in the bedroom was dim, but still more than enough to
reveal every graceful curve, well-toned muscle, and rope-induced
dimple of Karli's magnificent body.
"And she's all mine," Agatha whispered under her breath, then
realized she'd spoken aloud and her blush intensified. The
Munchkin gazed down at the helpless Shieldmaiden for several
seconds, then joined her on the bed. With delicate care,
she teased a corner of Karli's tape-gag free, then peeled the
strip from her lips, noting (and enjoying) the way the adhesive
surrendered its grip with great reluctance, stretching the skin
of Karli's face.
"Catherine does fast work," Agatha said in a near whisper.
"Chibi," Karli said with a grin.
"Huh?" Agatha combed a few errant strands of Karli's long,
blond hair from her face. She noticed her fingers were no
longer trembling, but she was still nervous.
"The box-tie and frog-tie are courtesy of Chibi," Karli
"She's good with the rope," Agatha sighed.
"Aren't you glad your cute little body is off limits for the
evening?" Karli chuckled.
Agatha almost nodded in agreement, but managed to stop herself
in time. Slowly, her lips curled in an as yet uncatalogued
wry smirk. This was a new situation and uncharted
territory, if you didn't count her last sleepover at Sinister
Stirling Mansion, when she'd been the one tied up and they'd...
snuggled. Agatha gently cupped Karli's left breast.
Lightning didn't strike, so she gave the tan, firm, fleshy globe
a squeeze. "It's different," she sighed.
"What?" Karli whispered.
"Pressed against my body," Agatha explained, "as opposed to in
my hand. Your breast, I mean."
"Uh... I'm going to kiss you, okay?" Agatha asked.
"You have my permission," Karli said gravely.
Their lips met... parted... then met again, and this time the
kiss was deep and long, with tongue. Agatha's right hand
was still squeezing Karli's left breast, and the nipple—all four
of their nipples, in fact—were hard and erect. A thrill
rippled between Agatha's legs, and she realized she was a little
wet, like last night, when Chibi started doing things to her...
The kiss continued, as did the gentle squeeze. Soon,
Agatha knew it would be time for her hand to slide down Karli's
smooth, tan, firm stomach, through her honey-blond pubic bush,
and to her pussy. She hoped she could remember all the
things Chibi had done to her pussy—to Agatha's
pussy—last night, but wasn't entirely sure where and how her BFF
had used her educated fingers to ring her proverbial
chimes. Agatha had been too busy listening to the bells to
notice, so to speak.
I'll just have to do the best I can, Agatha decided, gave
Karli's left nipple a playful tweak, and let her hand slide.