Pendulum! The Perils of the Penny Parr

   by Van ©2019

Chapter 1

Dramatis Personæ



Bellamy Young as
                  Bethaney Roget
Bethany Roget had enjoyed her usual breakfast of lightly-buttered toast and coffee, and now was out on the modest lawn of a small side garden off her bedroom.  The morning sun was still somewhat low in the sky, so the nearby forest was providing dappled shade.  Given Bethany's fair complexion, that was a good thing, and was one of the reasons she favored this venue for her daily tai chi exercises.

She was dressed in black calf-length tights and a blue-gray sleeveless top with her long, dark hair neatly coiled and pinned in place atop her head.  Her trim, fit, 40-something body flowed gracefully from pose to pose to pose at a stately pace.  The air was cool, even crisp in the shade, and the grass under her feet still damp with dew.  Her full, spandex-covered breasts sported the prominent bumps often referred to as "pokies," and her pale, bare feet were a tad chilly; however, the rest of her exposed skin was free of goosebumps.  She wasn't actually cold.  In fact, Bethany was savoring the warmth of an inner glow.  Her daughter would be home from college in less than a week!  And she'd be bringing along two of her little friends!

Bethany's lips curled in what an outside observer might interpret as a sly (or perhaps even sinister) smile.  Amanda Byrne, one of her soon to be visitors, she already knew.  The charming (and subservient) little redhead had been their guest last summer.  As for Penelope Parr, the other soon-to-be-guest, Gwyn had sent her a "selfie" taken with her two housemates in front of the townhouse they shared near the Lewis & Clark campus, and the housemate who was not Amanda was as cute as the proverbial bug, and her daughter had stated (meaning strongly hinted) that "Penny" was into the same sort of, shall we say, "unconventional diversions" the Roget family (and Amanda) found entertaining.  Bethany would have to carefully discuss the matter with Gwyneth once they arrived, but the prospect of a truly entertaining summer looked highly promising.

Tai chi routine complete, Bethany turned and padded towards the elaborately decorated Gothic Revival turrets and arches of Roget Manor, the family home.  It shone in the morning sun, as brightly as the patina of mold and lichens growing on its concrete and limestone exterior would allow.  She entered her bedroom through a set of French doors, padded across the generous space to her walk-in closet, and disrobed.  First, she pulled the top over her head and tossed it in a hamper.  Next, she tugged the waistband of the leotard past her hips, peeled it down her legs, stepped free, and tossed it in the hamper.  Bethany hadn't been wearing panties, so she was now completely nude.

What to wear? Bethany pondered, gazing at the racks of expensive, custom tailored, designer label clothing.  Jeans, she decided, and that pretty white peasant-blouse with the embroidered cornflowers.  As she turned to a built-in chest of drawers for panties, she caught a flash of movement in the triptych of full-length mirrors at the far end of the closet―"MRRRF!"―then was grabbed from behind, her mouth covered by a tight hand-gag, and her elbows pinned behind her back!
Ragga Ragnars as
                    Rada Nørgaard

Bethany's desperate blue eyes focused on the mirrors, and she realized her captor was Rada Nørgaard, her tall, fiendishly strong, and undeniably beautiful personal trainer, housekeeper, and alleged servant.  The six-foot-two amazon was seven inches taller than her employer and was easily able to control her prey, even an active, physically fit prey like Bethany Roget.

A native of Norway, Rada spoke perfect English with only the slightest hint of a lilting accent (when she chose to speak at all).  Blond (of course) with a lithe body, excellent muscle tone, flat, sculpted stomach, firm, full breasts, smooth skin with an over-all tan, and symmetrical, gorgeous face with ice-blue eyes, Rada was the proverbial Viking shield-maiden, Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, or Captain of the Norwegian Bikini Team (the Swedish Bikini Team's arch rivals).

Oh-by-the-way, Rada was wearing what she usually wore when stalking her employer (and when madam didn't have guests): nothing.

Rada's right hand came away from Bethany's mewling mouth and joined her left to bind her employer's wrists behind her back with a reusable plastic zip-tie.  Vrip!

"Dammit, Rada!" Bethany complained as she continued her pathetically ineffective and entirely futile struggles.  "Not today!"

Rada's lips curled in one of her trademark gorgeous, infuriatingly superior smiles.  "As madam knows full well, as madam's personal trainer I have full authority to modify madam's social calendar as I see fit, and you are overdue for one of our 'special training days'."

"Gwyn will be home in less than a week!" Bethany objected, tuging on her bound wrists.  "I can't greet my daughter and her little friends covered in rope-marks!"

"Then stop struggling," Rada purred, then gave her employer's right butt-cheek a punitive slap.

"Ow!" Bethany complained, biting her lower lip.  She did, indeed, stop struggling, but was now in full pout.  "What are you going to do to me?" she whined.  It was a ridiculous question, of course.  Bethany knew full well what Rada was going to do to her.  Only the details were at issue.

Rada took a firm grip on the naked, diminutive (relatively) brunette's left arm and led (dragged) her from the closet and into the main bedroom.

Continuing to pout, Bethany noted her Personal Trainer had deposited several neatly bundled coils of black-dyed, quarter-inch diameter, conditioned hemp rope in the center of her bedroom before pouncing on her in the closet.  She knew from experience the rope in question was nearly as smooth and soft as silk, exhibited minimal stretch under tension, and held a knot very well.  It was also quite expensive.  She ought to know, she'd paid for it, as well as the manor's many other caches of similar rope dyed various colors and of different diameters.

Rada plunked her employer down on the carpet next to the pile of rope, selected a coil and prepared it for use, then set to work.

Bethany sighed and stared into the distance as loop after loop of doubled rope tightened around her.  As always, as each element of her progressively more restrictive bondage was cinched and knotted, she took careful mental notes.  The final result:
●  A box-tie pinned Bethany's upper-arms to her sides, yoked her shoulders, and (after the removal of the zip-tie) lashed her crossed wrists against her spine with her forearms folded behind her back and raised past the horizontal.  The box-tie featured the double shoulder yoke that Rada favored.  One pair of strands passed under one armpit, up and behind her neck, then under the other armpit, then was cinched at the nape to the nexus or ropes behind her back.  A second pair passed over her right shoulder, was looped through the horizontal bands framing her breasts, pulling them into a boob-squeezing "X", then returned to the back via her left shoulder.  Her folded arms might as well be glued to her torso.

●  An elaborate "crotch-harness" encircled her waist, passed between her legs, cleaved her labia and butt-crack (with added knots), then anchored the box-tie in the back.

●  A ladder-tie started at the small of her back and traveled down her legs.  The paired strands were looped around and cinched between her thighs, lower legs, ankles, and feet every six inches.

●  A length of black cord lashed her big toes together.  This was for no good reason other than general bitchiness on Rada's part, in Bethany's disgruntled opinion. Everything was tight, from shoulders to toes, tight enough for the ebony rope to slightly dimple her fair, pale-pink skin.
"Oooh!" Bethany complained as she squirmed and tested her bonds.  As usual―as always when Rada was the one doing the tying―Bethany could tell immediately that she wasn't going to be able to escape.  The key knots were strategically placed beyond the reach of her fluttering, groping, and useless fingers, and she couldn't bend her legs or bend at the waist without something somewhere getting extremely tight, especially the knotted crotch-rope.  She ceased struggling, rolled onto her side to glare up at her naked captor, and her eyes popped wide in alarm.  "No!"

"Yes," Rada grinned.  Dangling from her right hand was a ball-gag.  It had two straps, both in black leather, a main strap and a narrower secondary, under-the-chin strap.  The black, two-inch ball was medical silicon.  The buckles and other metal parts were chrome steel.

"No!" Bethany reiterated.  "That one's too big!  Nrrrfh!"

Rada had ignored her employer's objection, stuffed the "too big" ball into Bethany's mouth, buckled the main strap at the nape of her neck―"Mrrrf!"―tight enough to make her cheeks bulge, then buckled the secondary strap under her chin.

The addition of the gag triggered a second round of futile, furious, naked struggling.

Rada watched for several long seconds, hands on hips and a truly evil smile on her gorgeous face... then gave Bethany's left butt-cheek a slap―"Mrrrf!"―and lifted the bound and gagged brunette in a fireman's carry, balancing her face down on her right shoulder, with her head to the rear and her kicking, toe-bound feet to the front.  She then carried her employer from her bedroom.

Bethany was able to follow their progress through the manor.  They crossed the main entryway, passed various parlors and sitting rooms, entered the manor's large, lavishly and expensively equipped home gymnasium, then entered a tiled space with showers, massage tables, and two side-by-side hydro-spas.  Then, Rada carried her through a cedar door, into the cedar-lined splendor of the manor's dry sauna, and deposited her on the upper tier of seats along the back wall.

The air in the sauna was cool, the same temperature as the rest of the manor.  Obviously, the powerful stainless steel heater, protected by its waist-high cedar railing, wasn't turned on.  The lighting was dim and rather yellow, shining through a small, head-height window in the door and from four built-in fixtures with cedar shades, one in each corner.

Rada padded back to the door and paused in the threshold.  "I've decided to take a leisurely swim, followed by a free-weight session, followed by a round with the bag... then I'll be joining you.  The sauna should be up to the appropriate temperature well before I return.  You should be nice and pink and sweating like a trussed pig by the time I give you your first orgasm of the day."

Bethany squirmed and begged with desperate blue eyes as Rada closed the sauna door.  Her blond amazon captor smiled briefly through the door's small window, then was gone.  There was a brief pause... then Bethany heard the thunk of the door's wooden bolt sliding home.  (Most saunas have no provision for bolting or locking the door, for obvious safety reasons.  The sauna at Roget Manor was an exception.)

Bethany tested her bonds again, being careful not to get too enthusiastic and roll herself off the cedar bench.  It was useless.  She was helpless.  She was very helpless.  Bethany rested her gagged head on the smooth, hard cedar... then heard a quiet click emanate from somewhere inside the heater.  She shifted her gaze to the a pile igneous rocks nestled in a stainless steel cradle directly over the heating elements.  As she watched (in resignation) the elements began to glow... and gradually became a bright orange.

The mistress of Roget Manor was in for a long, hot, sweaty morning, which would be followed by who-knows-what.  As a "personal trainer," Rada was trained, experienced, and creative, and the blond giantess could be very cruel when she wanted to be.  Obviously... today... she wanted to be.

The Perils of Penny Parr   Chapter 1


Annalise Basso
It was a luxury sedan.  Penny didn't know the make or model, and she emphatically didn't care.  Its backseat was roomy and comfortable, but she still didn't care.  Penny was sick of driving (or more precisely, sick of riding).  She was also sick of watching the passing trees... barbed-wire enclosed fields... countless black cows.  She was even sick of the occasional herds of pretty horses.  She was also sick of the periodic breaks for non-Starbucks coffee and sick from stopping for a fast food lunch at an alleged "town."  (Not physically sick, but mentally sick.  Her tummy was just fine.)

"Are we there yet?" Penny demanded.

Gwyn Roget was behind the wheel and Mandy Byrne was the front seat passenger.  The brunette and redhead exchanged an amused smirk, then Mandy turned to the backseat and smiled at her fellow passenger.  "Almost."

Penny heaved a sigh of truly tragic proportions.  "You said that the last time," she huffed.

Still smiling, Mandy gave the half-unfolded road map in her hand a rustling shake.  "Do you want to be the navigator?"

Penny pointed to the electronic map scrolling down the small screen built into the rental car's dashboard.  "That's the navigator," she observed.  "You're just waving that map around to make us think you can read it.  How soon?"

"We get there when we get there," Gwyn answered.

Penny heaved another sigh.

"Seriously," Mandy chuckled, then pointed at the screen.  "If you'd been paying attention you'd know that we only have a little more than eleven miles to go."

"I can barely see the screen from back here," Penny huffed, "much less read the teeny-tiny text in the margins."

"Boo hoo," Gwyn drawled.

Penny rolled her eyes, then forced a reluctant smile when Mandy winked.  Gwyn was pretty good when she trotted out her Brooding Goth act, but they both knew better.  Gwyn was a sweetie.

"Now passing through the scenic town of Roget," Mandy announced, nodding out the window at the collection of gas stations, small shops, restaurants, offices, etc.

"You own a town?" Penny demanded.

"No, I don't 'own a town'," Gwyn chuckled.  "Roget was founded by my great, great..."  (She paused as if mentally calculating.)  "...great grandfather.  We just own the manor and a few hundred acres on the far side of town."

"Oh," Penny said, "just a few hundred acres.  In that case... never mind."

"Don't be modest," Mandy said, smiling at Gwyn.  "I believe you also mentioned a vacation home somewhere in the Caribbean?"

Gwyn shrugged.  "It's only a cottage."

"A 'cottage' with fifteen rooms and a private beach," Mandy purred.  "I've seen pictures, remember?"

"Why are we going here," Penny inquired, "and not there?"

Gwyn and exchanged a smile, then Mandy turned to the backseat and grinned at Penny.  "You haven't seen 'here' yet."

Penny heaved a tragic, theatrical sigh.  "If we ever get 'here'."

A few long, boring minutes after leaving the thriving metropolis of Roget, they approached a twelve-foot chain-link fence paralleling the highway.  In the center was an automatic gate of vertical iron bars topped by wavy, decorative, wickedly sharp-looking spikes.  Gwyn eased to a stop next to a stone pedestal with a speaker, call button, and keypad, lowered her window, and entered a five-digit code.  The gate hummed and rolled aside.  Gwyn closed her window, then eased through the gate and accelerated.

"Keeping out the riff-raff, I see," Penny drawled, looking out the back window at the closing gate.

"We have excellent relations with the town," Gwyn said, "but as somebody said, good fences make good neighbors."

"Robert Frost," Penny and Mandy said in unison.

"Exactly," Gwyn nodded.  "Anyway... rich people can't be too careful.  Roget Manor has excellent security."

The road gently curved left... then right.  They passed through about a half-mile of mature forest, then emerged on the edge of a flowering meadow.  On the far side was the manor in question.

"Wow," Penny intoned, gazing at the semi-symmetrical, multi-storied Gothic Revival structure.  It had the expected arched windows, towers, and spires, and was at least as big as Weathers Hall, the main administration building at Lewis & Clark.  "You don't have vampires in the family, do you?" she asked Gwyn.

"Only werewolves and mad scientists," Gwyn replied, perfectly deadpan.

"I asked the same thing last year," Mandy said, smiling at Penny, "at the start of my first visit to Stately Roget Manor."

"No, you asked if I was related to the Addams family," Gwyn intoned, then glanced at Penny in the rear view mirror.  "The cartoon, not the presidents."

"I got it," Penny answered.

"Anyway," Mandy grinned, "wait 'til you see the inside."

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The girls were met on the front steps by Gwyn's mother, Bethany, and a towering woman who, as Gwyn had explained during the interminable trip, was the manor's sole resident servant, Rada Nørgaard.

Penny could easily see the resemblance between mother and daughter, in every way except height.  Gwyn was 5' 2" and her mom was something like 5' 7", even taller than Mandy!  Also, she, meaning the mother, had the cutest little cleft in her chin, and despite her advanced age (forty, pushing fifty) was just as beautiful as Gwyn.  She was wearing sandals and a really nice sundress (that probably cost more than everything in Penny's duffle bag in the trunk of the rental car).

As for the alleged servant... she was tall... tall and stunning, a veritable giantess.  6' plus, easy.  As for the stunning part, she was blond, with tan skin and an athletic, very feminine figure, by which Penny meant big boobs, narrow waist, and flaring hips, the proverbial brick outhouse.  And as for her looks.  If he'd known about Rada Nørgaard, Paris would have ignored Helen and dragged Rada back to Troy (unless she kicked his butt for making the attempt).  She was wearing sandals, like Mrs. Roget, but Rada's dress was more a traditional maid's or housekeeper's uniform, albeit a custom tailored and very pretty maid's or housekeeper's uniform.  It really showcased Rada's toned arms, generous cleavage, and long legs... but then, Penny thought, she'd have to be wearing a burka not to showcase her toned arms, generous cleavage, and long legs.

"My precious little Elf," Bethany sighed as she hugged and kissed her daughter.

Mandy and Penny exchanged smiles.  Gwyn had just gained a new nickname: Elf.  It would have to be used sparingly and under just the right circumstances, of course.

Mandy was hugged and kissed next.  "Welcome back, Amanda," Bethany sighed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Roget," Mandy replied.

Bethany turned to Penny.  "Oh, aren't you the prettiest little thing?"

Penny shrugged.  "I have been called that," she quipped.  "Ooof!"  She'd been pulled into a hug of her own.


"Rada," Gwyn said, smiling at the blond giantess.

"Valp," Rada replied.

"Huh?" Penny whispered to Mandy, still locked in Mrs. Roget's embrace.

Gwyn shifted her still amused gaze to her blond friend.  "Norwegian for 'puppy'," she explained.  "Rada and I go way back."

"What's Norwegian for elf?" Penny asked.

Rada shifted her stunning smile to Penny.  "Elf."

"Yes, elf," Penny nodded.  "What's Norwegian for elf?"

"Before you two get further into your 'Who's on First' routine," Gwyn chuckled, "I believe the Norwegian word for elf... is elf."

"Oh," Penny sighed.  "How disappointing."

Rada turned her smile to Mandy.  "Fox," she nodded, greeting the returning visitor.

"Let me guess," Penny said.  She'd been released by their hostess.  "Norwegian for 'freckled freak'?"

"Very funny," Mandy chuckled as she bumped Penny with her hip in retaliation, then smiled up at Rada.  Everybody smiled up at Rada.

Rada turned her radiant, elevated smile to Penny.  "Hmm... this one is a daughter of Loki.  I'll have to keep an eye on you, Penny."

Penny shrugged and smiled (up, of course).  She wasn't sure how to respond.  Also, was it her imagination, or had Mandy's smile―the one she'd directed at the Viking Giantess―genuine but also just a little... nervous?

Bethany had listened to the girls meeting and greeting Rada with great amusement.  She gestured to the manor's front door.  "Let's get out of the sun," she suggested (ordered).

Gwyn fished the rental car's rubber-clad transponder-key out of her pocket and tossed it to Rada.  "The bags are in the trunk," she announced.  "Chop-chop."  She then hurried after Mandy, Penny, and her mother―"Eeek!―but wasn't quick enough to dodge the very business like slap Rada delivered to her rump.  As she walked, Gwyn rubbed her butt and smiled back at her mother's towering, grinning servant.

Rada watched Bethany shepherd the new arrivals up the steps and through the front door―for all the world like a mother duck with three ducklings―then climbed behind the wheel of the rental car, started the engine, and pulled around to the manor's large, multi-bayed, detached garage.  She'd haul the girls' luggage upstairs, but only after locking the car, then securely locking the transponder in the steel cabinet with the transponders and/or keys of all of the manor's other vehicles.

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Upon entering Roget Manor, Penny was immediately impressed, although she did manage not to stare in open-mouthed awe.  Exactly what Mandy had meant by "wait 'til you see the inside" was now crystal clear.  Impressed? Penny decided.  No, more like... overwhelmed.  The decor was decidedly Gothic, all dark-stained wood and elaborate carvings.  Some were representational, meaning vines and flowers, depictions of griffins and other mythical creatures, human figures in medieval-style costume, and cherubs frozen in the act of fluttering around the vaulted ceiling.  Others were purely decorative: ornate medallions, complicated running motifs, etc.  Lots of etc.  The Grand Entryway The floor was multicolored marble tiles in a flowing pattern.  The stairs were polished granite, with a carpet runner and massive stone banisters.  Shafts of sunlight shone through rosette windows, trying their best (with limited success) to lift the gloom.

Mrs. Roget offered to show them to their guest bedrooms.  The offer was for Penny, actually, as Mandy was told she'd be staying in the same room as last year and (obviously) Gwyn knew the way to her own bedroom.

They made their way up the staircase to the second floor and Penny noted more paneling and carvings, as well as statues, usually in black marble, of snarling lions, howling wolves, and more mythical creatures.  There were also the usual Greco-Roman damsels with bare breasts and clutching at their minimal costumes, all of which seemed to be about to slither to the ground.

At a junction of hallways they passed a striking sculpture of a life-size Andromeda in white marble.  She was nude, leaning back against a large, rugged, black marble boulder, with her arms raised, wrists and ankles in shackles, with her beautiful, tragic face resting on her right shoulder.  Apparently, the Krakken was either late or a no-show.

"That's my great grandmother," Gwyn told Penny as they strolled past.

"Uh, I can see the family resemblance," Penny said.  Okay, that's impressive, she decided, gazing at the statue.

Mandy peeled off to her bedroom to freshen up and Penny was led down and across the same hallway to a massive carved door.  Actually, all the doors Penny had seen thus far were massive and carved.  They were all different, and she was sure she's be able to tell her massive carved door from the others.  The carving on her door depicted a fawn sleeping in a forest glade.  It also included songbirds and a squirrel, perched on branches and either standing guard or waiting 'til the fawn was fully asleep so they could pounce.  Nice, Penny thought. She's putting me in The Bambi Room.

"Rada will deliver your luggage," Mrs. Roget told Penny.  "Again, welcome to our home."  She pulled Penny into another embrace and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, Mrs. Roget," Penny mumbled, managing not to blush.

"Please, call me Bethany."

"Bethany," Penny said.  "That's pretty."  (Penny realized she was blushing, just a little, for some reason.)

"How sweet," Bethany smiled.

"Stop buttering up my mother," Gwyn complained.

"Behave yourself, young lady," Bethany scolded, but she was still smiling so it didn't count.

Gwyn rolled her eyes.  "I'll give you get a tour of the place tomorrow," Gwyn promised Penny, "but the dining room and kitchens aren't hard to find.  Come down for coffee when you're ready."

"Okay," Penny answered.  Bethany and Gwyn waved, the door (massive and carved on both sides) closed, and Penny was alone.  She turned, and her eyes popped wide.  "Wow!"The Bambi Room

"The Bambi Room" was huge, and just as Gothic and luxurious and overdone as the rest of Roget Manor.  The vaulted ceiling was at least twenty feet overhead, and there were a pair of tall, arched windows on either side of the bed.  The window on the left led out onto a small balcony, but the most striking feature in the room was the bed itself.

Someone, possibly the same Roget ancestor immortalized down the hall in the role of Krakken bait, had decided a giant scale model of a cathedral would be just the thing for a headboard.  Geesh, Penny thought gazing at the monstrosity, tiny little people could hold mass in that thing.

Adding oddity to ornamentation, the heads of no less than twelve cherubic children―four groupings of three each―protruded from the headboard, just above the level of the pillows.  They were at just the right level for the bed's hypothetical occupant (Penny) to stare up at them... and for them to stare down at said occupant.  Fortunately, the stunningly realistic carved faces weren't focused on the bed.  They―all twelve of them―were staring off into the distance, meaning towards the far side of the bedroom.  Penny stood and gazed at the twelve disembodied heads.  That's not creepy at all, she decided (sarcastically), then continued her exploration of the room.

There was a writing desk, various chairs, an overstuffed sofa, a large freestanding wardrobe, an equally large chest of drawers, a dressing table with a triptych of mirrors and padded bench, and a small fireplace.  Actually, Penny decided, it was a large fireplace, made small only by the scale of the room.  Also, it turned out her bedroom was actually a suite.  A door (large, carved) led to a full bathroom with an antique Victorian commode, a washbasin, and a large claw-foot tub.  She suspected they were all modern reproductions, at least with respect to the plumbing.  The tub had a modern balancing valve, as well as the traditional hand wand and dangling metal hose.

Penny availed herself of the facilities.  That is, she emptied her bladder, washed her face, and brushed her hair.  The bathroom was equipped to meet all her needs with soap, shampoo, conditioner, washcloths, towels, and even a new toothbrush, still in its packaging.  She noted the packaging had been carefully slit for ease of removal by Lady Roget's guest.  Penny would be able to leave the toiletries she'd brought with her in their kit.

She emerged to find her duffel resting on the padded bench at the foot of the bed/cathedral, next to her laptop-bag.  Obviously, Rada had silently and efficiently made the delivery, then disappeared back into the Gothic, over-decorated gloom of the mansion.  At least I was spared that awkward moment with me standing there wondering if I should offer her a tip, Penny mused.

Hanging her clothes in the wardrobe and transferring her undies and other folded clothes to the chest of drawers took no time at all.  Cousin Beebe had trained her to pack light when traveling (or when stalking kidnapping targets).

Penny left the bedroom and made her way downstairs in search of the proffered cup of coffee.  Gwyn was right.  She had no difficulty finding the kitchen.

The Perils of Penny Parr   Chapter 1

Dinner that night was something of a feast.  Things started out with a delicious bisque, which was followed by a spicy chicken dish served over couscous, which was followed by a salad with three different kinds of mushrooms, which was followed by some sort of berry torte.  It was all very delicious, as was the accompanying wine.  Penny wasn't all that knowledgeable about haute cuisine (if that was what this was) or wine, for that matter, but tasty was tasty―and this stuff was tasty.

Rada had cooked and served the meal with trivial ease.  Penny added chef and waitress to the Norwegian's growing list of talents and attributes, which currently included bellhop, stunning beauty, and giant amazon.

They adjourned to a sitting room and Gwyn briefed her mother on the closing quarter of their sophomore year at L&C.  Mandy and Penny also made contributions to the picture of life on campus.  (Descriptions of their townhouse shenanigans were carefully omitted, of course.)  As for Bethany, she didn't have a lot to say, insisting that life at the manor was pleasant but unremarkable.

They all retired at a reasonable hour.  Gwyn and Mandy announced they had books they wanted to read.  Bethany kissed and hugged her daughter and houseguests, cooing goodnight wishes and lavishly disbursing pecks on the cheek.  It was disgusting, slightly slobbery, and (Penny begrudgingly decided) nice.

Alone in The Bambi Room, Penny was surprised to find a baby-blue, frilly, gauze-thin baby-doll nightie (with matching frilly panties) neatly folded and waiting on the foot of the bed/cathedral.  Apparently flitting about the mansion distributing sexy slumber-wear to Lady Bethany's house guests was another of Rada's duties.  Why not? Penny decided, disrobed, and donned the sleepwear in question.  She padded into the bathroom, closed the door, and posed in the full-length mirror mounted on its back.

The nightie was empire-style, hanging in straight folds.  Its lower hem barely reached her upper-thighs, and the frilly, generous décolletage was held closed by a narrow, baby-blue ribbon.  It left next to nothing to the imagination, and that included the frilly panties.  I look like Deborah Walley in The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini, Penny decided, except for the hair, and with an NC-17 rating that allows semi-clothed nipples and naughty-bits.  She completed her evening toilette, returned to the bedroom, and climbed between the cool, high-thread-count sheets of the bed/cathedral.  (The twelve disembodied kids were just as creepy as she'd feared, but at least they weren't staring at her.) 

Penny had noticed the small touchscreen control resting on one of the bedside tables.  It was more-or-less a small tablet computer, but seemed limited to the control of the bedroom's various chandeliers and lamps.  She tapped virtual buttons until the bedroom was dark, the gloom relieved only a dimly glowing nightlight next to the bathroom door.  She returned the remote to the bedside table... and a few seconds later its tiny screen winked out and The Bambi Room was darker still.

Penny lay in bed and looked around.  There were shadows, lots of shadows.  No, nothin' spooky about this place, Penny thought, then heaved a huge yawn.  Apparently, being bored for hour after hour in the backseat of a rental car was tiring.  Who knew?  Penny rolled onto her side, snuggled the side of her smiling face against the high-thread-count pillowcase, closed her eyes... and drifted off to sleep.

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Penny awoke from a dream in which she was running down the dark hallways of Roget Manor wearing nothing but a baby-blue nightie and with Aunt Suki in a gorilla costume in hot pursuit (whatever that was about) to find she was under attack!  A pair of black-clad figures had pinned her to the bed, gagged her with something silky and a narrowly folded scarf, and were putting the finishing touches on a set of ankle and wrist bonds!

"MRRRFH!" Penny reiterated, with greater volume, then writhed and rolled amid the tangled sheets.  Her hands were behind her back and her ankles and wrists crossed and bound with some sort of thin cord, probably paracord.  Going by the ankle bindings, they were black.  Of course, in the nearly pitch black bedroom, almost everything was some shade of black.

The perpetrators of this expertly executed outrage were now standing side by side at the foot of the bed.  Both were dressed head-to-toe in skintight black outfits, probably full-length spandex leotards, with the addition of ski-mask-like hoods with only narrow slit-openings over their eyes.  Penny's eyes were dark-adapted, so she was 95% sure of the identities of her attackers.  They were...

"Tag!" Gwyn's voice announced.

"You're it!" Mandy's voice added, then the ninja wannabes giggled, exchanged a high-five, and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door (massive and carved) behind them.

"Mrrrrrm!" Penny complained.  You better run!  She struggled furiously for several seconds, then heaved a gagged sigh and stared up at the dark shadows of the vaulted ceiling.  Now I feel even more like Deborah Walley in The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini, she fumed.

Penny relaxed for several long bound and gagged seconds... then executed a crunch, lay back and braced herself with her shoulders, lifted her hips off the mattress, and passed her bound wrists and arms past her butt.  From there it was a simple matter to tuck her legs and pass her bound wrists past her bound ankles.  She then reached up and pulled the cleave-gag from her mouth, spit out the stuffing, and attacked her wrist-bonds with her teeth.

, she realized as she worried the key knot apart and started unraveling the bindings.  Even in the near-darkness she could make out the lace pattern embroidered on the crumpled bikini-brief's waistband.  And they're my dirty panties.  The dirty panties I ground into the backseat cushion of that damn car most of the day.  She finished untying her wrists, leaned forward, and attacked her ankle-bonds.  I lost round one before I even knew the game had started, she fumed.  They must pay.  They must both pay.

Finally cord free, Penny climbed from bed, padded to the bedroom door, and thumbed the privacy latch, something she now realized she should have done before retiring.  Then, for good measure, she picked up a straight chair, carried it to the door, and wedged it under the doorknob.

Good enough for now, she decided as she returned to bed, rolled onto her side, and pulled the covers up to her pouting chin.  Tomorrow she'd have to see about rigging a tripwire and devising additional booby-traps.  Maybe something with spikes, she decided.

They will pay.  They will both pay, Penny vowed.  It's game on, Monkey-butts.  Game.  On.  You'll rue the day you ambushed Penny Parr... with real rue!

The Perils of Penny Parr   Chapter 1


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