| by Van ©2019
Arguably, more than enough time had passed for Penny to have a
firm grasp of all the details of exactly how
the Roget family's Pendulum Torture Device functioned.
Penny knew that would be Aunt Suki's position on the subject,
anyway. In fact, Suki would expect her to be able to draw
a detailed diagram of the mechanism's gears and timing chains,
explain the function of each and every component part, explain
why some gears turned in one direction, some in the other, and
some actually reversed their direction now and
then, but Penny knew she wouldn't be able to do any of
Penny didn't even have a precise guesstimate of the time (in
heartbeats/swooosh) required for the pendulum to make a full
swing, meaning the time it took for the blade to complete one
complete cycle—swing to the left, pause, then swing to the
right—meaning the period of the pendulum or whatever
the physicists and mathematicians called it.
And she didn't even know the interval between the incidents of
clattering noise that led to the klunk that led to the
pendulum shaft dropping however far it dropped when it dropped;
however, she was now absolutely sure that the shaft
actually did drop whenever the clattering and klunking
thing happened. That particular collection of noise was,
without a doubt, the herald of the process that brought the
razor-sharp blade swinging ever closer to the
clover-clamps clamping Poor Penny Parr's nipples!
There! It happened again! And the blade
is definitely closer! Penny's best guess
was the drop was a fraction of an inch per clatter-klunk, but
the blade was still far enough away that she couldn't be more
precise. The bottom line was: enough swooshing and
clatter-klunking had happened that she was absolutely
certain that the blade was dropping!
By the way, the flickering LED lights set in various niches
in the Pendulum Chamber walls were doing more than provide
feeble, generalized "mood lighting." At least some of the
niches had LED spotlights tucked away and out of the direct
sight of whoever was spreadeagled on the table. The spots
were positioned to point upwards and shine through the grinding
gears of the mechanism and cast shadows on the vaulted ceiling
and upper chamber walls. That meant the shadows moved as
the gears moved, of course, and in Penny's humble but very interested
opinion, the overall effect was decidedly spooky,
sinister, and ominous. Admittedly, the effect was subtle,
but it was undeniable that the chamber's lighting/set-dressing
was very, very... atmospheric. It was genuine
Penny tugged on her manacles and kicked against her
shackles. The attached chains clattered and clinked
against the thick, heavy timbers of the table. Escape had
nothing to do with her efforts. Penny had been
spreadeagled on the hard, unpadded, wooden surface and trapped
under the swinging blade for―hours?―and no amount of squirming,
tugging, and kicking on her part was going to change that.
Penny was squirming for comfort. Her "escape efforts" were
actually severely restricted attempts to stretch.
And speaking of the atmosphere, Penny thought,
meaning the non-theatrical atmosphere... don't get me started
about the lack of air circulation down here. Penny's
skin glistened with sweat. The chamber was overheated,
without a doubt. Rada needs to turn down the damn
thermostat, she fumed. And why couldn't the
engineer who designed the damn pendulum gizmo have included a
nice, quiet fan? It wouldn't even need to be
electric. It could be driven by the turning gears.
That was just... inconsiderate!
Closer, Penny thought, staring up at the keen edge of the
swinging blade as it sliced through the air over her clamped
nipples and sweaty boobs. It's definitely
closer! And where are Gwyn and Mandy? Why aren't
they rescuing me? She tugged on her manacles and
heaved a sigh through her black, silicon-rubber ball-gag.
The least they could do is come down here and watch!
What's so important that they're missing the show!
And the same goes for Bethany! Bethany Roget might be
the Mistress of Roget Manor and Rada Grabhand's employer, but
she's too nice of a sexy, 40-something old lady to slice and
dice her favorite house guest, right? Does Bethany even
know I'm down here? Has Rada gone rogue? Does
Bethany know her giant Norwegian amazon has gone
bat-shit crazy and is using her super-expensive and possibly antique
dungeon furniture to slooowly execute my ass?
But there has to be a safety-stop built into this
thing, right? There has to be something to make
the pendulum stop swinging at the last moment! There has
to be! Government regulators wouldn't let ya buy a
Pendulum Torture Device without a built-in safety-stop,
right? Neither would the insurance companies!
Would they? No way! Penny couldn't see
anything in the mechanism that looked like a built-in
safety-stop, but then, she didn't understand how the thing
worked in the first place, so how could she recognize a part of
the gizmo that made it stop working. That didn't
mean it wasn't there.
Unfortunately, Penny realized, that doesn't mean it is
there, either! This did nothing for her peace of
mind. The naked, helpless, sweaty victim-of-the-gizmo
continued her weak, pointless struggles/stretches and slowly
tracked the swinging blade with her desperate blue eyes.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
nothing if not flexible. And that meant both mentally and
physically flexible, of course. She was also tall, strong,
and undeniably hot.
Anyway, as Rada gazed out the window, sipping her coffee and
watching an exercise-clothes-clad Bethany teach a naked Mandy
the rudiments of Tai Chi while a naked, hogtied and ball-gagged
Gwyn squirmed on the grass in the shade of a nearby oak, she
revised her plan for the Scavenger Hunt. Rada finished her
coffee, returned the dirty cup to the kitchen, then gathered the
necessary supplies to put her plan in motion. More
precisely, she was now fully prepared and poised to strike.
As it happened, Option One of her revised Operation Scavenger
Hunt implemented itself, which was what Rada had suspected would
probably happen. After completing her Tai Chi instruction
duties, Bethany hugged and kissed her daughter's newly
acknowledged girlfriend (much to Mandy's blushing embarrassment
and Gwyn's bound and gagged amusement), then strolled towards
the house. Meanwhile, Mandy blew a kiss at Gwyn and padded
away in the direction of the pool. Obviously, the naked
ginger was abandoning Gwyn to the mercy of the chickadees,
nuthatches, and squirrels in order to take a quick dip and rinse
off the sunscreen protecting her now slightly more freckled
body. She no doubt planned to come back and... do
something involving Gwyn. The bottom line was: Bethany and
Mandy had separated and Rada's first target was presenting
As soon as Bethany reentered the mansion, Rada pounced.
When the proverbial dust settled, the Mistress of Roget Manor
was stripped naked, her wrists crossed and tied against the
small of her back to a tight, multi-strand belly/crotch-rope,
her ankles crossed and bound, and a ball-gag popped in her mouth
and buckled tight at the nape of her neck. And to insure
additional quiet, Rada added a wide strip of Elastoplast
tape. It covered Bethany's ball-gagged mouth and the
rest of her lower face.
There were the usual quickly muffled protests and expressions of
outrage on Bethany's part, as well as the usual struggling and
squirming, but Rada had little difficulty subduing her
employer. Bethany tugged on her bonds and batted her
terrified (and gorgeous), pale-blue eyes at her smiling
captor/employee. Her pale, full breasts wobbled as she
squirmed, and her erect nipples pointed with... fear?
Rada heaved the naked, bound, and gagged Bethany onto her
shoulder, carried her to a nearby sitting room, and temporarily
squirreled her away in one of the mansion's many cleverly hidden
secret cubbyholes. The space in question was a four-foot
cube with padded walls, a thick and cleverly camouflaged door
with solid hinges, a heavy-duty, well-camouflaged latch on the
outside, no means of egress from the inside, and, for safety's
sake, cleverly concealed ventilation.
Rada took a few seconds to savor the fear, horror (and possible
arousal) in Bethany's eyes, then closed the cubbyhole door and
engaged the hidden latch. Thunk! She then
returned to prowling mode. She would refrain from further
gloating until a more appropriate time. Anyway, Target One
had been dealt with.
Mandy self-selected as Target Two. That is, when Rada
returned to her Reconnaissance and Staging Position at the
sitting-room window overlooking the side garden, the smiling
ginger had just returned from her quick dip in the pool and was
toweling her naked, freckled body dry. From her hogtied
position on the grass, Gwyn lifted her saliva-dripping chin and
stared daggers at her girlfriend. Given both the distance
and the intervening glass, Rada couldn't hear whatever Mandy was
saying, but from her gloating smile and Gwyn's continued glower,
it was clear the naked ginger hadn't finished topping her naked,
bound, and gagged captive. No doubt, Gwyn was finding
Mandy's smile to be smug and infuriating, but there was nothing
she could do about it other than squirm on the grass, which she
did. Finally, Mandy turned, padded across the lawn to the
mansion, entered through a patio door... and waltzed right into
"Oh! Hey! Rada! Nooo―Mrrrmpfh!"
In short order, Mandy met the same fate as the Mistress of Roget
Manor. The only differences were that no stripping was
required and the naked, wiggling ginger was stashed in a different
secret cubbyhole in a different sitting room than
Bethany. Mandy's freckled wrists were crossed and lashed
against the small of her freckled back and to a
belly/crotch-rope, her freckled ankles crossed and tied
together, and her protests and pleas for mercy stifled by a
combination ball/tape-gag. The fear and horror in her eyes
as Rada sealed her inside her tiny padded prison were strikingly
similar to what Rada had seen in Bethany's, except Mandy's eyes
were green rather than blue, of course.
There was no rush dealing with Target Three. Gwyn wasn't
going anywhere. But Rada was no slacker. Taking time
out to gloat was one thing, but letting a helpless, bound, and
gagged damsel roll around on the grass and relax when she needed
to be made even more helpless, bound, and gagged?
Rada strolled to the door to the side garden, through the door,
across the patio, and towards Gwyn's oak. For some reason,
Gwyn didn't seem especially glad to see her. Obviously,
Rada's precious little Valp didn't believe she was
being rescued, and she was right. Rada released Gwyn's
hogtie and frog-tie ropes, lifted her still naked, bound, and
ball-gagged form onto her shoulder, and carried her into the
mansion. Gwyn mewled, squirmed, and kicked her bare
legs... until Rada persuaded her to stop by means of a
businesslike slap delivered to her pale, firm, right
|The Perils of Penny Parr
Far overhead, the gears of the Evil Pendulum Gizmo clicked and
spun and clicked and turned and clicked and rotated.
Penny stared up at the keen, glinting, razor-sharp edge of the
pendulum blade as it whistled back and forth above and across
her clover-clamped nipples, which she could do without.
She meant the modified, weakened, "wimpy" clover-clamps clamping
her nipples, of course, not the nipples themselves.
Penny had nice nipples. Penny was proud of her
nipples. It would be nice if they weren't currently being
squeezed by the clamps in question, of course, and she could
definitely do without the near-subliminal low burn the
clamps were causing. It wasn't exactly pain, per
se, but Penny would just as soon not have her nipples
squeezed, thank you very much. Also, it was distracting.
And Penny didn't need distraction. Not that kind
of distraction, anyway. She was seriously considering
gibbering, and who could blame her? If there was ever a
situation that called for gibbering, this was it. Penny's
only problem was...
...she wasn't sure it was possible to gibber with a
silicon-rubber ball plugging your pie-hole. Gagged
gibbering? Is that a thing?
Eighteen inches, she decided. The blade's at
least eighteen inches above my nipples. Or is it
No, Penny decided. Eighteen inches.
Plenty of time. Lots and lots of time. TONS of
time. ALL KINDS of time, until... Yes, Penny
decided, the time has come for gibbering. And for
losing it in general.
"MRRRRRR!" The chains rattled as Penny struggled against
her implacable steel manacles and shackles in a genuine and very
Penny relaxed in her bonds. She was semi-exhausted, and
the mantra OMG! OMG! OMG! was droning through her head,
nonstop. Also... I'm gonna DIE!
|The Perils of Penny Parr
task was deciding which of the two residents and the
guest-of-the-manor not currently down in the dungeon playing
stare-at-the-pendulum should "volunteer" to participate in her
little game in which role. That is, who should be the
prize and who should be a seeker?
There were other details to sort out as well, such as:
Rada had plenty of time
to make decisions. None of the soon-to-be players were
- Where should the
prize be hidden? Rada didn't want finding her to be
either too easy or nearly impossible.
- How and where
should the prize be restrained so she could await her rescue
in naked, bound, and gagged "comfort" and safety?
- How should the
seekers be restrained? Hopping around as they searched
would certainly be nice. The boob-shaking would be most
Damsel safety was paramount for all games.
After careful consideration, Rada decided Gwyn would make the
best prize. That way, her girlfriend and mother would be
the ones competing for her rescue. Granted, Gwyn and
Bethany as seekers would be another chance for mother/daughter
bonding, but they'd done that yesterday. No, girlfriend/mother
bonding was better.
And speaking of bonding... Rada's smile widened. A
gem of an idea was starting to coalesce, meaning yet another
modification/evolution of her game plan was taking
form. She'd let the notion metaphorically simmer on the
back burner while she dealt with hiding the prize.
Randomly choosing a cubbyhole on the first or second floors
meant the game could be long, short, or something in
between. If the seekers were lucky, Gwyn would be found
right away. On the other hand, if they were unlucky, Rada
might have to call the game on account of darkness. There
was no way she was going to let naked, helpless damsels hop
around the manor in the dark. It wouldn't be safe.
Also, she had a pork loin roast marinating in the refrigerator
for dinner and wasn't about to let it go to waste.
There was something else Rada needed to do. Oh, that's
right, she remembered. Rescue Penny... but first
Rada decided Gwyn should await her rescue in the attic.
Specifically, she was to be sequestered in a closet-size space
directly beneath one of manor's many towers, turrets, and/or
spires. Like the rest of Roget Manor, the attic was
honeycombed with convenient places to hide bound and gagged
family members or guests, and although the complicated maze of
interconnected vaults and galleries was not elaborately
decorated in the Gothic style, like the floors below, all of the
hiding places were well-camouflaged. Sliding panels and
secret doors abounded. You just had to know where to look
and how to trigger the hidden latches... even if you were naked,
bound, gagged, and hopping from place to place.
Was it a fair game? Was it too difficult?
Could Bethany and Mandy possibly check each and every
cubbyhole in the mansion's entirety before either (1.) the
seekers collapsed in exhaustion, (2.) poor Gwyn went totally
stir-crazy from hours and hours of naked, bound, and gagged
languishing, or (3.) it was time for dinner? Well...
no. Of course not. The game was in no way
fair. But it would certainly be fun... for Rada.
When the dust settled on phases one and two of The Great
Scavenger Hunt, Gwyn was bound, gagged, and suspended inside a
tall, narrow, shallow space no larger than a gym locker.
Her bonds included the ubiquitous Rada-box-tie, with its
signature double shoulder yoke, as well as an elaborate,
well-cinched ladder-tie that reinforced the box-tie and
continued down her body and all the way down to her big
toes. There was also a crotch-rope (with knotted
pussy/butt-cheek cleaving and labia-framing/pinching strands, of
course). Finally, Gwyn was head up, toes down, and
pinioned in midair by a web of multiple horizontal, vertical,
and diagonal ropes stretched taut and knotted through the
plethora of steel eye-bolts screwed into the walls, floor, and
ceiling of the locker's interior.
The door was camouflaged to look like just another of the
countless sheets of aging plywood that paneled many of the attic
walls. However, it included a small "ventilation grill" an
uninformed observer wouldn't give a second glance. And as
it turned out, that particular grill wasn't part of the manor's
ventilation system. It was a view-port. Stretched
about an inch behind the grill's louvered steel slats was a taut
screen of black cloth, transparent enough for the occupant of
the locker to be able to see through and out into the attic
beyond. And that view included a long hallway connecting
several spaces and continuing all the way across this part of
the attic to the top of one of several sets of the stairs that
led to the floors below.
Was it cruel to suspend Poor Gwyn, the bound and gagged
occupant of the locker, in a web of taut ropes in such a tight,
close, claustrophobic space, yet allow her to secretly see
whatever was happening beyond her tiny prison? Well...
arguably... it was. But then, no view-port and total
darkness would also be cruel.
And speaking of gags, the ball-gag Mandy had used to plug Gwyn's
mouth out in the garden remained intact, but Rada hadn't
augmented it with an overlying tape-gag. She wanted to
make sure her precious little Valp was "free" to
breathe around the silicon-rubber ball and drip drool
onto her chest and boobs. However, that didn't mean Gwyn
would be able to make noise if/when she saw her potential
rescuers (the seekers) climb the stairs and start strolling or
hopping in her direction. Why not? Rada had ordered
her to remain silent. Also, she'd added an obedience
collar to Gwyn's ensemble of restraints! The blunt copper
studs on its interior gently pressed against either side of the
unhappy prisoner's throat and would zap Poor Gwyn if
she so much as hummed through her ball-gag. The
shock(s) in question would be harmless, of course, but decidedly
unpleasant and a strong incentive to follow Rada's
order and keep silent.
Rada paused before closing the secret door that would hide
Gwyn's roped, suspended, and semi-cooperatively-gagged self from
the seekers. It had been hard work suspending the
squirming, mewling, naked little damsel in her taut web.
Rada had earned herself a nice interval of gloating. The
fear and anguish in Gwyn's blue-eyed stare was...
heartbreaking. Rada had already explained the details of
the game to the prize, so Gwyn knew Mandy and her mother would
have to do a lot of searching in order to find her and
she was almost certainly in for a looong wait.
Rada watched Gwyn's weak squirms for a few more seconds.
The suspending ropes didn't even quiver as she
"struggled." Well, Rada thought, things to do,
then closed the locker's thick, solid door, making sure the
latching mechanism caught. Click!
There! Prize sequestered! Rada spun on her
heels and strolled down the attic hallway to the stairs, knowing
Gwyn was watching her recede into the distance. Poor
Valp, the tall Norwegian sighed. This was turning
out to be a really fun day!
|The Perils of Penny Parr
Penny's blue eyes rolled to the right, tracking the blade of the
swinging pendulum. Apparently, the LED lights and
spotlights in the various niches were also positioned to make
the blade's keen edge flash at least once with each
pass, even as it dropped lower... and lower... and lower.
She had to admit, it really was a clever lighting plan.
Penny's eyes rolled to the right.
Penny estimated the distance between the blade's edge to her
clamped nipples at the lowest point of the swing was now... 7¾"
(±1¼")? Something like that.
That meant she still had something like 31 (± 4)
clatter-clunks to look forward to before... first contact.
And with six swooshes between clutter-clanks, that meant... 186
(± 24) swooshes to go! For some reason, a corner of
Penny's brain not occupied with fear, terror, horror, etc., had
risen to the occasion and was allowing her to do basic
Penny decided to run her mental checklist. Naked—check!
Bound—check! Gagged—check! Sweaty, hot, and
Thoroughly entertained by simulated
torture/execution—check! Ready to call it a day and soak
in the hot-tub, sip a cold drink, and get a nice full-body
massage—DOUBLE check! So... where's Rada?
Why isn't she here? Why isn't she rescuing me?
I'm even willing to forgive her for perpetrating this...
atrocity! I'll even stop calling her Rada Grabhands the
I'M GONNA DIE!!
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on to the execution (so to speak) of phases three and four of
The Great Scavenger Hunt by retrieving Mandy and Bethany from
their respective cubbyholes and laying them out on their
stomachs on the floor of the gym, side-by-side,
head-next-to-head, shoulder-next to-shoulder, hip-next-to-hip,
etc. She'd settled on a bondage scheme that,
unfortunately, would mean significantly less boob flopping and no
hopping, but had the virtue of being both creative and,
quite possibly, unique in the annals of doing wicked
things to naked damsels. Also, it would be safe (or safer).
As Rada loomed over her "victims," Mandy was on her left and
Bethany on her right.
In terms of resistance, it would be Rada (fully prepared and
with the equipment of her choice readily at hand) against a pair
of naked and already bound and gagged damsels. That was
still two against one, technically, but Rada took no
chances. She made sure the changing-of-the-bonds wasn't a
contest by removing the soon-to-be-seekers' old bonds only after
adding new, additional bonds. She also freely applied her
weight, in the form of her knees and elbows, pinning down all or
part of Mandy and/or Bethany as required. The damsels took
the hint and cooperated. There was a degree of exasperated
mewling and squirming on their parts, but any actual resistance
was largely pro forma.
When the proverbial dust settled, Mandy and Bethany were sharing
a single armbinder (and this was the part her scheme about
which Rada was particularly proud). Mandy's right arm and
Bethany's left were pressed together inside a single-sleeve of
black leather with their hands palm-to-palm and their forearms
touching from wrists-to-elbows.
After tightening the binder's laces until the black, supple
leather was skintight, Rada passed the binder's left
shoulder-strap under Mandy's left armpit, across both of their
chests, over Bethany's right shoulder, then down to the binder's
right buckle. The right strap then made a mirror image
journey to the binder's left buckle. The straps in
question were barely long enough as the binder wasn't
designed for double-damsel use. Rada had to tug and pull,
but managed to secure the straps on their second holes.
Next, Rada buckled a black leather padded cuff around Mandy's
right ankle and an identical cuff around Bethany's left
ankle. She locked the cuffs' D-rings together with a brass
padlock, then buckled a black leather strap around the seeker's
right and left upper thighs, just above their knees.
Rada considered adding nipple-clamps (with dangling bells), to
link Mandy's right nipple to Bethany's left nipple, but decided
enough was enough. The seekers had one free hand each so
they could manipulate
hidden cubbyhole latches and grab hold of balustrades and handrails as
they conducted their search―but that meant any hypothetical clamps Rada
deployed to pinch their nipples would have to be tamper-proof,
meaning both very tight and lockable.
Unfortunately (or fortunately for Mandy and Bethany's
nipples), there were no such nipple-clamps in the manor's
extensive inventory, with or without bells. Rada could
have relied on threats and intimidation to ensure any "normal"
clamps would remain untouched, but Rada knew that would make
this a different and much darker game, inappropriate
for the level of "shared fun" of the occasion.
Rada also considered minimal or no gags for one or both
damsels, so one or both would be able to engage in unimpeded
speech and/or gag-talk. That would certainly expedite the
hunt for the prize, allowing them to compare notes and formulate
a search plan. It would also allow Gwyn's mother and
girlfriend to get even better acquainted.
No, Rada decided. They already know each other
pretty well, and they have the rest of the summer to gossip
and dish dirt about Gwyn (when they aren't bound, gagged,
and/or languishing in separate locations, of course). She
decided to leave Mandy and Bethany's ball and tape-gags intact,
but added a pair of Gwen-hoods that covered and pressed against
their compound gags and left only the seekers' upper faces
exposed from nose to forehead, including their sad, anxious,
blinking green and blue eyes, respectively.
Finally, there was the matter of security. The armbinder
closed and tightened by means of long laces crisscrossing
between vertical rows of grommets. Theoretically, that
meant it was vulnerable to manipulation by the pesky,
not-encased fingers of unhappy damsels with escape on their
minds. Fortunately, like most of the leather accoutrements
in the Roget Manor inventory, the binder came equipped with a
flap and strap at the top with a lockable buckle that covered
the doubled bow securing the laces.
The ankle-cuffs and thigh-strap also had lockable buckles and
Rada deployed the required mini-padlocks. She then used
leather collars with lockable buckles and another pair of
mini-padlocks to provide security for the Gwen-hoods.
Finally, for added security (and overkill), the arm-binder
incorporated horizontal elbow and wrist straps, also with
lockable buckles, and they were also buckled tight and
Mandy and Bethany were now totally unable to free themselves.
In summary, Mandy and Bethany's right and left arms were encased
behind their backs and completely useless. Their right and
left legs were strapped together, respectively, but they could
bend their right and left knees, respectively. Their left
and right arms and legs were completely free and unencumbered,
also respectively. That meant, if they cooperated and
limited their three-legged gait to a stately pace, they'd be
able to pad around the mansion and grope for the hidden latches
of the hidden cubbyholes in complete safety, even on the
stairs. It would probably be awkward at first, but Rada
knew they'd sort things out and rise to the occasion.
They better rise to the occasion, Rada thought
with a wry smile. Their prize is in the attic.
Rada's smile widened as the damsel-duo executed their required
and expected joint courtesy struggle. Rada continued
smiling (gloating) and watching as her fair-skinned, blue-eyed,
beautiful employer and their freckled, green-eyed, beautiful
young house-guest explored their conjoined predicament.
Ingenious! Rada silently congratulated herself.
Mandy had been here last summer, so she knew where at least some
of the manor's cubbyholes were located. She'd gained that
knowledge the hard way. Bethany knew where all the
cubbyholes were located, of course. That meant the
Mistress of the Manor would have had an unfair advantage if Rada
had gone with her original plan of a one-prize-and-two-seekers
Scavenger Hunt contest. This way, the two were
one, were searching together, and it wasn't a competition.
However, both Bethany and Mandy had strong incentives to
find Gwyn as quickly as possible (maternal and romantic,
Also, the sacrifice of damsel-hopping (and the subsequent
boob-shaking) and its replacement by leather-enforced
mother/girlfriend intimacy was worth it, in Rada's opinion
(which, at the moment, was the only opinion that mattered).
Both damsels had finished their individual assessments of their
joint bondage and were now glowering at Rada with naked
"All right then, ladies," Rada beamed, "we're going to play a
little game. Somewhere in the manor I've hidden a prize,
and that prize is bound, gagged, and totally helpless. And by the way... like
Sauron's Ring of Power... the prize wants to be found."
Bethany and Mandy exchanged an unamused, gagged stare, heaved
simultaneous sighs, then returned their gagged gaze to their captor.
"Nothing?" Rada sighed and shook her head. "I
thought it was funny. Anyway, can you guess who the prize
Bethany and Mandy continued staring at their captor and
"I'll give you a hint," Rada purred. "She's not Penny."
Mandy and Bethany rolled their green and blue eyes,
"Oh, that reminds me," Rada said as she pulled her iPhone from
the back pocket of her spandex exercise pants.
Mandy and Bethany watched as Rada swiped her way through a menu,
then smiled at the small screen.
"Bra!" the grinning blonde exclaimed, "I have plenty of
time." She returned the phone to her pocket.
Mandy and Bethany frowned and exchanged gagged and confused
Rada noted their lack of comprehension. "Just checking on
our little Kattunge," she explained.
Rada hadn't shared her plan for entertaining Penny on Day Three
of Hazing Week with either Bethany or Mandy, so neither of the
seekers knew what Rada was talking about, other than that Kattunge
was Rada's Norwegian nickname for the cute little blonde.
"So," Rada addressed her captive audience, "here are the bounds
of the game. Your prize is in neither the dungeons nor
the basement, nor is she in the garage, pool house, garden
shed, any of the other outbuildings, nor anywhere in the gardens
and surrounding grounds, for that matter. She is somewhere
inside the manor, but not in plain sight. She's hidden...
just as you were hidden while I was busy tucking her
Bethany and Mandy's joint reaction was a pair of simultaneous, truly
tragic, gagged sighs.
"That's right, ladies," Rada chuckled. "She's in one of
"Mrrrk!" the seekers complained.
Rada knew Bethany and Mandy's gagged complaints meant 'Not
the cubbyholes!' or something similar, and her smile
widened. "Ladies, please. That's only a
hundred or so places to look... more if you include the
non-secret closets and storerooms. I think they count as
cubbyholes, don't you?"
Bethany and Mandy favored their grinning tormentor with
simultaneous cold, lethal stares.
Rada's reaction was unexpected. Still smiling, she pulled
her sports-bra over her head, then peeled down and removed her
spandex pants. Rada wasn't wearing any panties, which
meant she was now nude, of course. "I think I'll turn on
the sauna," Rada explained. "Also, I have a little
something to take care of down below." She then spun on
her heels and padded away, towards the gym and its adjoining
shower/massage/sauna room. "Have a nice hunt!" she wished
the glowering seekers over her left shoulder, then paused and turned.
"By the way, ladies," Rada purred,
"in case you need added incentive... no supper until you
find the prize."
Bethany and Mandy watched the gloriously nude, deeply tanned,
tall, and above all incredibly hot amazon turn, again,
and make her exit. They then exchanged another gagged
sigh. They knew they better get started. Roget Manor
did, indeed, have something like a hundred secret cubbyholes,
and the "prize" wasn't going to find herself.
|The Perils of Penny Parr