| by Van ©2019
kidnapper-for-hire (K4H) needs to have serious rigging
skills, so Penny's training at the hands of Cousin Beebe and
Aunt Suki had included all of the standard rope-bondage
techniques, from the novice through medium-advanced levels (so
far). However, the capture and take-down elements of the
profession necessitated avenues of study beyond making
a damsel's rope ensemble inescapable and pretty. Among the
proficiencies Penny had been required to master was what Aunt
Suki called "snap-bondage."
Oddly enough (considering the rest of the K4H curriculum),
Penny's snap-bondage lessons hadn't directly involved her being
tied up in various pretzel-like positions. Actually, Penny
had often (meaning almost always) been tied up during Aunt
Suki's initial lectures, but later, when Penny was required to
take "snap-bondage snap-quizzes" and demonstrate she'd been
paying attention, it was Aunt Suki who wound up in tight ropes.
A qualified K4H needs to be able to make super-quick decisions
about how to bind an uncooperative subject, hence the term
snap-bondage. She needs to know how to take advantage of a
situation and strike while the iron is hot (or while the damsel
is dazed, as Aunt Suki often put it), to make a near-instantaneous
call about which of the available techniques would
quickly render the subject helpless with minimal risk of the
damsel evading capture. Elaborate, picturesque ropework
could come later. First things first.
And a fully qualified K4H not only knew how to secure
her subject, but how to do so in a manner that expedited the
crafting of the future stages of the planned bondage masterpiece
without unnecessary muss or fuss. And in this case, "muss
or fuss" meant the tedious un-binding and re-binding of the
So... how to bind Rada? How to restrain Penny's
Rada was already naked, so the stripping-the-subject portion of
the program was moot. In any case, before proceeding,
Penny needed more light. She experimented with the small
touchscreen remote on the bedside table until she found a "mood
lighting" setting. It was dim, but bright enough to let
her work (and continue appreciating Rada's smooth, tan,
Rada was also a willing subject (supposedly), but that
didn't mean some degree of snap-bondage wasn't
appropriate. What if Rada Grabhands the Norwegian Troll
suddenly changed her devious mind? What if Rada withdrew
her consent mid-bondage, flexed her stomach, bounced Penny
halfway to the arched ceiling, wiggled out of her half-applied
ropes while Penny was still hovering in midair, then tied her
up the instant she landed? Rada could do it. It
could happen. Penny needed to make sure it didn't happen.
That meant Penny Parr (semi-trained K4H) needed to render Rada
totally helpless right now, then work from there.
Would it require the aforementioned muss or fuss later on?
Probably, but if Penny was required to repeatedly crawl all over
Rada's tall, tan, perfect body―roll her around on the bed―loop,
tighten, cinch, and knot ropes around said tall, tan, perfect
body―then change everything, possibly several times―it was a
sacrifice Penny was willing to make. That said... first
Penny grabbed a coil of black hemp and scrambled behind her
soon-to-be-giant-amazon-prisoner, swiftly releasing the
retaining hitch and readying the coil for use with practiced
competence. She crossed Rada's wrists behind her back and
quickly lashed them together. She then looped the
remaining free ends around Rada's waist and tied a square-knot
in front, over the grinning Norwegian's cute bellybutton and
ripped abs. Without pause she readied a second coil for
use, crossed Rada's ankles, and lashed them together.
Now Penny paused. It was time to gloat. She
smiled at her captive... and Rada smiled back. It had been
a rapid and efficient capture, even if Rada had been entirely
passive throughout (or, as one might say, a tall, tan,
stunningly beautiful pushover). In any case, Aunt Suki
would have been proud. Had she been present, she'd have
hogtied Penny and tickled her silly in celebratory
congratulations. Of course, she probably would have done
the same thing if Penny had failed, but as a punitive
rebuke. Such was the life of a student at the Dr. Bondage
Anyway, Penny was pleased with herself. The hypothetical
threat of a treacherous and/or fickle-minded Rada had been dealt
with and Rada the Naked-Norwegian-Shield-Maiden/Damsel
was Penny's to play with.
Naked, bound hand and foot, and completely at Penny's
questionable mercy, Rada continued smiling while Penny decided
how to proceed. She had plenty of rope to work with and
Rada wasn't going anywhere, so there was no further need for
Penny's plans for Rada's incredible body solidified, including
the intermediate steps required to keep the nude, gorgeous,
dangerous predator under control at all times, and she set to
work. A hypothetical outside observer might be forgiven
for thinking Penny was doing a lot of gratuitous rigging, that
there was entirely too many loops and hitches tightening around
Rada's anatomy, accompanied by entirely too much black hemp
slithering, sliding, and dimpling Rada's tan, smooth
flesh. Arguably, Penny was getting entirely too
much pleasure out of maneuvering Rada's limbs into the positions
required for her to craft her artistic statement.
When the metaphorical dust settled...
Rada's right arm was raised and folded back behind her shoulder,
her left arm folded behind her back and raised past the
horizontal, and her wrists lashed together several inches
apart. It was what aficionados call a
"carrying-the-rifle-tie," and Penny had included a secondary
(and arguably unnecessary) ladder-tie that bound Rada's right
forearm to her right upper-arm from armpit to elbow. She
also employed an upper-torso-harness that yoked Rada's
shoulders, passed above and below her breasts, and anchored the
carrying-the-rifle-tie against her back, more-or-less between
Additional loops and cinches of black hemp encircled Rada's
thumbs and crossed her palms, rendering her hands and fingers
utterly useless. That particular detail was overkill, of
course, as none of the key knots of either the
carrying-the-rifle-tie or the upper-torso-harness were anywhere
near Rada's fluttering fingers, even before Penny
lashed her thumbs and palms.
Rada's left leg was folded and hitched from her upper-thigh and
ankle all the way down to her bent knee. One might call it
Then, Rada's right ankle, foot, and big toe were bound with
black hemp, the end of the rope stretched down to the foot of
the bed, and lashed to the base. A second rope was tied
through the upper part of Rada's folded and ladder-tied right
arm, near her elbow, and lashed to the right headboard. A
third rope lashed Rada's left knee to the bed's left
side-rail. Finally, a fourth rope linked the back of
Rada's wrist-bonds and torso-harness to the left headboard.
In short, Rada's right arm was bent and elaborately,
symmetrically bound―her left leg bent and elaborately,
symmetrically bound―her right leg stretched full length and
bound (with her foot on point)―and she was pinned on her
back. That said, her tall, tan, delicious body was
rope-free, from just below her rope-framed breasts to her crotch
and all the way down her right leg to her right ankle.
Once it was clear Penny had completed her Prisoner of the Bed
masterpiece, the smiling, naked, gorgeous prisoner in question
conducted her Courtesy Struggle. Rada found she could
twist and roll and squirm, but no more than an inch in any given
direction. In fact, she could barely squirm. The
Mighty Rada was totally helpless!
"Well done, Kattunge," Rada purred. "I was
particularly impressed by the excellent degree of
pre-planning. Clearly, you had your desired end-result
fully formed in your wily little mind, and you'd mapped out all
of the required steps, from start to finish."
Penny was sitting cross-legged on Rada's right.
"Thanks." She rested her right palm on Rada's firm, tan,
well-sculpted stomach... and began a slow, circular massage.
Rada bit her lower lip. Her blue eyes twinkled as she
gazed at her young captor. "Where did you learn such
Penny's happy smile became a coy pout. "None of your damn
business," she huffed, then turned to the black nylon gym-bag
Rada had tossed on the bed (before she'd been rendered so
completely and aesthetically helpless). "Now, let's see
what else you've brought me." Penny unzipped the bag,
peered inside, and her smile returned. "Oh my!" She
reached inside and pulled out a Roget Manor Standard Ball-gag
(black leather strap, black ball of medical-grade silicon
rubber, and shining steel hardware). Penny dropped the
ball-gag on the bed, reached back into the bag, and this time
produced a harness-gag, a collection of interconnected leather
straps and buckles designed to cage its wearer's head and anchor
a rubber ball in her mouth. Like the ball-gag, it was also
black leather, black rubber, and shining steel hardware.
The little blonde heaved a disappointed sigh and her pout
returned. "Why didn't you tell me you'd brought this
thing―" She waved the harness-gag and its many buckles
rattled in response. "―before I tied you with your
arm all folded up and in the way like that? It makes
buckling all these buckles really difficult. It especially
makes getting your hair properly distributed between the straps
a serious problem." She dropped the harness-gag on the
bed, next to the ball-gag, then heaved another sigh.
"Perhaps you should have looked in the bag before you
created your masterpiece," Rada purred.
"Shut up," Penny muttered, reached into the bag a third time,
pulled out another gag, and her smile returned.
The third gag was also black leather straps, black
rubber ball, and shining steel, but included an over-the-mouth
panel of chamois-thin, black leather. A dangling pair of
thin straps were ready to crisscross under the wearer's chin and
buckle behind her neck, just below the gag's main strap, in
order to anchor the panel over her ball-gagged mouth.
Penny had seen such gags before. In fact, she'd worn such
gags before, and knew them to be quite effective.
"Winner-winner, chicken dinner," Penny purred, then set to work.
When the metaphorical dust settled this time, Rada was
bound and panel-gagged, and the panel's chamois-thin black
leather was tight enough to make the outline of her compressed
lips and the ball plugging her mouth fully visible in bas
"Now that's pretty," Penny purred, smiling down at her
helpless captive. She returned the ball- and harness-gags
to the gym bag, zipped the main zipper, started to toss the bag
off the bed, and paused. "What's this?" she
wondered. The bag had an end pocket, and Penny could tell
it contained something. She unzipped the pocket, reached
in, and produced a black velvet bag. She opened the bag
and pulled out a torpedo/bullet-style vibrator of translucent
"Oh my," Penny sighed, turning the plastic cylinder in her hand
and smiling at its rounded tip. She shifted her happy gaze
to Rada's panel-gagged face, noting her helpless giantess was
also smiling. In fact, Rada's blue eyes were
twinkling. "Did you forget this thing was in there?" Penny
inquired, then stuffed the velvet bag back in the end pocket,
zipped it closed, and tossed the gym bag off the bed. She
retained the blue vibrator, of course.
Penny smiled at Rada, still holding the vibrator. Rada
smiled at Penny, still naked, bound, and gagged.
"You realize I have no choice but to use this thing," Penny
purred, "don't you?"
Rada's gagged-smile and helpless, naked vulnerability
continued. Given the circumstances, Penny's question was
rhetorical. A response wasn't required, expected, or
Penny twisted the base of the vibrator―and it began to buzz.
She locked eyes with her helpless victim, there was the
proverbial pregnant pause... then Penny gave the blue rod
another twist and it stopped buzzing. She let it
drop out of her hand and it landed on the bed and rolled against
Rada's right thigh. Penny then giggled, scrambled off the
bed, and scampered towards the bathroom. "First things
first!" she called back over her right shoulder, and was gone.
Rada tugged on her bonds, sighed through her gag, and waited for
her tiny captor to return. She didn't have long to wait.
Penny scampered back (in all her petite, naked, boob-bouncing
glory) with a mischievous smile. She had a small jar with
a wide lid in her right hand and a hand towel in her left.
"Moringa Body Butter," she explained, waving the jar. She
climbed back onto the bed and knelt with her knees nudging
Rada's right side, opened the jar, and gave the contents a
delicate sniff. "Nice," she announced. "I'm not sure
what a 'moringa' might be. I assume some kinda
flower. Anyway..." She dipped the fingers of her
left hand into the white, fluffy cream, set the still open jar
on the bed, then rubbed her hands together. "It smells
nice. Very girlie. Only the best for Mrs.
And then... moisturizing happened! Ruthless moisturizing!
Rada closed her eyes, shivered, and weakly tugged on her bonds
as Penny's glistening hands slid across her helpless body,
including her taut, flat tummy... ribs... breasts (especially
her breasts)... thighs... etc. (especially her
etc.). Penny concentrated on Rada's rope-free body-parts,
but the exposed skin of her limbs elaborately and artistically
dimpled by strands of black hemp also received attention.
Penny took her time, replenishing her glistening hands as
required, and working the lotion ("body butter") into Rada's
smooth, tan, firm, helpless body with gentle attention to
detail. Eventually... as Penny continued working the
butter into Rada's skin... taking her time and massaging every
square inch available of her prisoner's incredible body... the
glistening subsided to a healthy shine and Rada smelled nice...
meaning floral... like a giant, naked, bound and gagged moringa.
Penny wiped her hands with the towel, restored the lid to the
jar, placed the jar and towel on the bedside table, then smiled
at Rada. "Now... where did I put that pretty blue magic
wand?" Her blue eyes locked with Rada's blue eyes, she
held up the vibrator. "Oh... here it is." She
twisted the torpedo's base and the vibrator buzzed to
life. Buzzzzz... Penny paused, politely
waiting for her beautiful, helpless bed-mate to start tugging on
her inescapable bonds and whining through her gag in
pre-vibratory horror (although whining might have been too much
of an ask from a Brave Shield-Maiden like Rada).
Instead, Rada (her incredible blue eyes still smiling above her
gag) lay perfectly still... then nodded her panel-gagged head
towards the foot of the bed.
Puzzled, Penny turned her head to discover what was more
important that Rada's impending vibratory doom, and her eyes
|The Perils of Penny Parr
the foot of Penny's gigantic guest bed―the bed where a kneeling
and naked Penny had just finished moisturizing Rada, her
gigantic, naked, bound, and gagged guest/bed-mate/prisoner―were
Gwyn and Mandy!
The interlopers were not naked, but were identically
dressed in sneakers, jeans, and turtleneck sweaters, all in
black, and were clutching coils of black hemp rope and staring
at Rada in wide-eyed, open-mouthed wonder.
Penny eyed her friends stealth clothing... the rope in their
hands... and their blank stares. Their intentions were
obvious: binding and gagging poor Penny Parr, as they had the
first night of their vacation at Spooky Roget Manor. As
for their stunned expressions, Penny conceded that her
traitorous friends' wide eyes and dropped jaws were entirely
understandable. First-of-all, the sight of a naked Penny
Parr kneeling on a bed was an undeniably stunning sight.
And second-of-all, Rada Grabhands the Norwegian Troll was naked
and tied up on the same bed!
"May I help you?" Penny inquired dryly.
Gwyn was the first interloping would-be kidnapper to
recover. "You got her!"
"Who?" Penny inquired (innocently).
"Her!" Mandy gasped, pointing at Rada.
"Oh, her," Penny responded (innocently).
"How?" Gwyn demanded.
"How what?" Penny purred.
Gwyn and Mandy replied with impatient silence.
"I used my feminine wiles and witching powers to seduce and
subdue her," Penny explained, smiling down at her
prisoner. Rada's eyes smiled back, above her gag.
"Hot, steaming bull-pucky!" Gwyn responded.
"Yeah!" Mandy agreed.
"You weren't gonna share, were you?" Gwyn accused.
"Yeah!" Mandy huffed.
"Of course I was gonna share," Penny purred as she formed
her right hand into a cat-like claw and gently "scratched"
Rada's dark-blond pubic bush. "Eventually." She
shifted her coy smile to Gwyn and Mandy (who continued staring
at the tall, tan, Nordic prisoner on the bed). "And I
suppose you two didn't sneak in here with nefarious and criminal
intent, planning to tie me up and have your wicked ways with my
"Oh, totally," Gwyn admitted, "except for the 'innocent'
part. You deserve it. You refused to tell us how
Rada tortured you today."
"So we were gonna tie you up and tickle you 'til you spilled the
beans," Mandy added.
"Totally," Gwyn nodded.
"Well..." Penny smiled at her friends. "I suppose
that's reasonable." Her smile widened. "Tell you
what, I'll be the big person, ignore all that, and share."
"The 'big person,' good one," Mandy chuckled. Gwyn
"Shut up," Penny snapped. "Also, strip!"
Gwyn and Mandy's eyes widened, again. They exchanged
semi-dazed looks, then turned back to stare at Penny.
"Excuse me?" Gwyn inquired.
"You heard me," Penny purred. "I'll share, but I get to go
first, which means you two get to watch. After all, I'm
the one that did all the heavy lifting and captured the
Gwyn and Mandy heaved a commiserative sigh, their resolve
withered in the face of Penny's devilishly cute dominance,
dropped the black hemp coils still in their hands, and pulled
their turtlenecks over their heads. Kidnapping was fun,
but so was being kidnapped.
"And thanks for bringing all the extra rope," Penny added.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
metaphorical dust settled once again, Gwyn and Mandy (the
interloping would-be kidnappers) were naked, bound, and
The only not bound and
gagged person in the bedroom tidied up by tossing Gwyn and
Mandy's discarded clothes into a heap off to the side, added
Rada's now empty gym-bag, then climbed back onto the bed and
resumed her kneeling position with her knees nudging Rada's ribs
on the right side. The petite, triumphant blonde smiled
warmly at her fellow students―who glared back in
- They were
"comfortably" seated on their naked butts and crossed legs
on the foot of Penny's guest-bed;
- Gwyn was on Rada's
right and Mandy on her right;
- Both interloping
would-be kidnappers were identically box-tied, frog-tied,
and shrimp-tied (aka lotus-tied);
- Crotch-ropes (with
strategically placed figure-eight knots) were included;
were also included;
- Gwyn was wearing
the head-harness-gag from Rada's gym-bag;
- Mandy was making
do with the simple ball-gag;
- And Penny was very
pleased with herself.
Penny had used what Aunt Suki termed the "sadistic variant" of
the box-tie. Gwyn and Mandy's wrists were crossed, raised
well past the horizontal, and lashed against their spines in a
semi-reverse-prayer. On an equally unkind note, both the
ropes encircled the captive's breasts and their crotch-ropes
were linked to their box-tie and shrimp-tie bonds! That
meant that if they leaned forward, their crotch-ropes tightened
to an increasingly uncomfortable degree. And if they
leaned back, the ropes linking their crossed ankles to the
box-ties squeezed their breasts. They were stuck, they
knew it, and by their gagged expressions, they were not happy
On the other hand, Penny was very happy. She was
on top! She was the supreme top! She was
Dominatrix Maximus! Penny Parr―She Who Must Be Obeyed!
Granted, Gwyn's mom, Bethany, wasn't a part of Penny's bondage
harem. But after all, it was Bethany's house, she was a
beautiful and very nice 40-something old lady, and Penny would
be a rude house-guest, indeed, if she tiptoed into the master
bedroom and tied her up. No, enough was enough,
and in terms of naked, tied up and gagged damsels, Penny was
already reveling in an embarrassment of
With a huge, cheek-dimpling smile, Penny retrieved the blue
torpedo―paused to stretch her arms, arch her back, and stifle a
huge yawn―then twisted the vibrator's base.
All eyes were on the azure, translucent, vibrating
torpedo. Penny leaned forward (coyly biting her lower lip)
and used the torpedo's quivering tip to tease Rada's right
nipple... then her left nipple. Both dusky-pink nubbins
blossomed fully erect. Next, she slid the vibrator over
and between both of Rada's breasts... then dragged it across her
ribs and tummy, tracing a slow, lazy, sinusoidal path.
Rada's exposed right armpit received special attention.
Penny paused to tease Rada's bellybutton (just for the hell of
it and because it was so damn cute), then continued down to
Rada's lower tummy, upper thighs, and neatly trimmed, very cute
pubic bush. She took her time, working her way towards
Rada's flushed and glistening labia with glacial slowness.
There was no rush. Penny had all night. And despite
her shivering and weak struggles, it was clear Rada wasn't going
to squirm out of Penny's expertly applied ropes. Penny's
tall, tan, naked, bound and gagged "victim" wasn't going
The preliminary torture/torment/teasing went on and on... and
Rada squirmed and squirmed and moaned through her
panel-gag. Her breasts heaved (taking her erect nipples
along for the ride) and her nostrils flared as she panted.
(The tight leather panel pressed against her ball-gagged mouth
made gag-panting impossible.)
Finally... still smiling her coy smile... Penny closed in for
the metaphorical kill... at the same stately, leisurely pace.
Penny slid the tip of the buzzing torpedo up and down the
helpless Shield-Maiden's labia... followed by the shaft...
followed by the tip, once again. She then backed off and
resumed teasing Rada's thighs and tummy... then returned to
entertaining Rada's Norwegian pussy. Lather.
Rinse. Repeat. With infuriating, frustrating
It took a while―mostly because Penny was doing her best to
prolong Rada's ordeal as long as was humanly possible―and
Penny's best was very good―but eventually, Rada whined
through her gag, strained against her bonds with all
her strength, then shivered and shuddered her way through what
was obviously an incredible orgasm.
Penny was impressed. Rada's hemp bonds had actually
creaked under the strain of her desperate struggles.
By their rapt attention and wide-eyed, gagged expressions, Gwyn
and Mandy were also impressed.
"There," Penny purred as she twisted the base and turned off the
torpedo. (The buzz was suddenly conspicuous by
its absence.) "That's one, the first of many orgasms
Penny set the vibrator down, stretched and heaved another
titanic yawn, then reclined, full length, and snuggled her
petite, naked self against the right side of Rada's naked,
statuesque body. She draped her right hand across Rada's
torso and gently squeezed the post-orgasmic captive's
left breast, rested her smiling face against Rada's right armpit
and breast, and draped her right leg across Rada's right leg.
Rada's body was glowing, meaning she was a little sweaty.
Slowly... her breathing returned to normal (as if anything happening
in The Bambi Room could be called "normal").
Gwyn and Mandy remained impressed. Obviously, both as a
rigger and a wielder of vibrators, Penny knew her
stuff. They squirmed in their bonds in appreciation, but
only a little. Their hemp-cleaved pussies and
hemp-squeezed boobs counseled restraint (so to speak).
The tableau in the bedroom was now nearly in freeze-frame.
All four damsels―the Tiny Top snuggled against Rada―the helpless
Nordic Giantess, herself―and the pair of lotus-tied
youngsters―continued breathing, Penny squirmed against Rada's
body, and the captives weakly squirmed in their bonds.
That said, overall it was a bondage still-life.
This continued for several long seconds... which became a
minute... which became a minute and a half.
More or less simultaneously, all three naked, bound, and gagged
damsels came to the ugly realization that the naked and not
bound and gagged little blonde using Rada as a body-pillow
Rada heaved a sigh and relaxed in her bonds, her blue eyes
smiling above her gag.
Gwyn and Mandy exchanged incredulous gagged stares, then twisted
and fought their inescapable lotus-tie bonds (carefully, mindful
of their pussies and boobs) and voiced their displeasure.
First came Gwyn. "Mrrrppfh!" ("Wake up you little
Followed by Mandy. "Mrrrr!" ("What she said!")
Their struggles sent undulating waves through the mattress, but
it was a very good, very expensive mattress, probably with
pocketed coils. Little (if any) of the disturbance reached
Penny. And if the slumbering "little twerp" in question
heard her friends' understandably irate and profoundly
disappointed gagged complaints, she chose to ignore them
completely. In short, Penny didn't wake up. She
didn't even stir.
Gwyn and Mandy heaved simultaneous gagged sighs... struggled
some more... then settled in to wait. Rada might be
smiling, but they were not, and their pussies and tits were
especially resentful. One thing was for sure: the longer
Penny remained asleep, whenever she did decide to wake
up, she would owe them... big time!
|The Perils of Penny Parr
wicked girl! Wake up this instant!"
Penny was outraged. She was the Supreme Top of All
Tops! Nobody had the right to tell her to wake up
unless she wanted to... and she didn't want to.
"I said, wake up!" Smack!
"Ow!" Someone had delivered a mild smack to
Penny's right butt cheek! What an outrage! And
whoever had perpetrated the dirty deed was talking with Bethany
Roget's voice! What's up with that? Penny
wondered. Bethany wasn't here. "Go away," she
muttered, then heaved a deep yawn.
"Eeep!" This time the spank had been more forceful.
"Hey!" Penny rolled away from Rada's body and glared up at
the offender. Whoever she was, she was disguised as
Bethany Roget as well as imitating her voice. ...
Then Penny blinked and came more or less awake. "Oh.
Bethany rolled her eyes and pointed at Rada. "Untie my
housekeeper," she ordered.
Obviously, Bethany was very angry and
disappointed. Penny could tell. She was also dressed
(nearly) in a powder-blue, whisper-thin, baby-doll nightie
(similar to the Deborah Walley nightie that had been gifted to
Penny on the first night of her vacation/ordeal and then
confiscated along with the rest of her clothes and
luggage). Bethany was also scowling and struggling to
suppress a smile, which more-or-less ruined her efforts to
scowl. Anyway, it was crystal clear exactly who was
"Supreme Top" in Roget Manor at the moment, and it wasn't Penny
"Yes, ma'am," Penny mumbled, then set to work.
"From the waist down," Bethany added.
Penny paused in her efforts to untie the ropes binding Rada's
right elbow and ladder-tied arm to the headboard. "Huh?"
"Untie her from the waist down and release her from the bed, but
keep her arms tied," Bethany clarified. She then clapped
her hands, twice. Clap-clap! "Chop-chop!"
"Uh, yes, ma'am." Penny returned to the task at hand.
Meanwhile, Bethany untied her daughter. Releasing Gwyn
from Penny's box-frog-shrimp/lotus-crotch-boob-tie took a while,
and the naked, suffering daughter in question forced a number of
rather histrionic whimpers and shuddering sighs through her
harness-gag as the ropes loosened and slithered away.
Mandy, identically box-frog-shrimp/lotus-crotch-boob-tied on
Gwyn's right, watched as her girlfriend was untied by her
mother. She also rolled her eyes. Gwyn was really
hamming it up.
Finally, the last of the black hemp ropes left Gwyn's body and
she slowly, painfully climbed from the bed, managed a full-body
stretch, and groaned through her gag.
"Untie Mandy," Bethany ordered as her daughter unbuckled the
head harness and eased its black rubber ball from her mouth.
"From the waist down?" Gwyn inquired, smiling at her girlfriend
(who glared in return).
This time it was Bethany who rolled her eyes.
"Completely," she drawled, then crossed her arms under her ample
By this time, Penny had had ample time to untie the ropes
lashing Rada's still ladder-tied right arm to the bed's right
headboard―the rope lashing the back of Rada's carrying-the-rifle
bonds to the left headboard―the ladder-frog-tie formerly binding
Rada's left leg and the rope lashing said leg to
the left side-rail―and the ankle-foot-toe-rope binding her right
leg to the foot of the bed. Rada was, indeed, untied from
the waist down, just as High Mistress Bethany had decreed.
Penny watched (none too happily) as her statuesque and gorgeous
Norwegian prize sat up, smiled at her former captor and erotic
"torturer" with her gorgeous blue eyes, then scooted off the bed
and padded around to stand at Bethany's side. She was
still naked, carrying-the-rifle-bound, and panel-gagged, of
Bethany pointed at Penny. "On the bed, young lady." she
Penny pouted and stared at the Mistress of the Manor, then at
the bed, then at the bedroom door, the only exit from The Bambi
Room (not counting the secret door she still hadn't
located). Should she run for it? Could she
run for it? Or should she face the music, pay the piper,
and settle her account for binding Gwyn and Mandy in a
restrictive/punishing manner and then taking a nap? She
hadn't meant to do it, meaning the nap, but... it was a fair
cop. She had been a real stinker for skipping off to
Slumberland and leaving them like that. As for Rada...
leaving Rada naked, post-orgasmic, bound, and gagged while Penny
took a nap was just fine as far as she was concerned.
Finally, Penny decided to be "good," heaved a sigh, climbed onto
the gigantic bed, found the spot in the middle still warm (and
slightly damp) from Rada's body, and reclined on her back.
Rada was now the only one in the bedroom bound and gagged.
Mandy was still in post-bondage recovery, stretching and
whining, but she was rope and ball-gag free.
Bethany made a graceful, sweeping gesture that encompassed her
daughter and Mandy, then pointed at Penny. "Spreadeagle,"
That was all Gwyn and Mandy needed. They pounced.
Penny bit her lower lip, stared up at the vaulted ceiling, far
overhead, and offered no resistance. Her fellow
students/vacationers made short work of the ordered task but
still managed to do a first rate job. Soon, Penny was,
indeed, spreadeagled on the bed―stringently spreadeagled
on the bed―with a dozen strands neatly cuffing each of her
wrists and ankles, all secured by elaborate, non-compacting
hitches, then tied to the four corners of the bed-frame.
The key knots were all several feet from her fingers (and toes)
and the four paired strands of black hemp enforcing the
spreadeagle were taut enough to dimple the edges of the
"That should keep the little scamp out of mischief 'til
morning," Bethany purred. She padded to her daughter and
gave her a kiss. "Good night, Elf," she smiled. "Get
"Good night, Mother," Gwyn replied. Given the
circumstances, she found she didn't resent being called "Elf."
Meanwhile, Bethany had padded to Mandy and given her a
kiss. "Goodnight, Fox."
Mandy blushed and ran her fingers through her ginger hair.
Bethany blew a kiss to Penny. "Good night, you wicked
little scamp," the High Mistress purred.
Penny heaved a blatantly theatrical sigh. "Good night Mrs.
Roget," Penny responded. Obviously, she was very contrite.
Unfortunately, no one was buying it, least of all Gwyn and
Mandy, who grinned and rolled their eyes, again.
Bethany smiled, placed her right hand on Rada's back, and led
her across the expansive bedroom towards the door.
Gwyn, Mandy, and Penny watched the tall, tan, bound and gagged
Norwegian giantess and the much-shorter but
taller-than-they-were High Mistress of the Manor make their
exit... especially their butts. Rada's was smooth, firm,
and tan, as was the rest of her. Bethany's was decidedly
pale but also smooth and firm. It was also imperfectly
covered by the frilly panties and lower hem of her gauze-thin,
powder-blue nightie. (Gwyn's gaze, however, did not linger
on her maternal unit's keister, because... you know... yuk!)
The bedroom door closed, and Penny was alone... not counting
Gwyn and Mandy, who were naked (like Penny) but not tied to the
bed (unlike Penny).
Penny weakly tugged on her bonds, then affected a happy,
cheek-dimpling smile. "I thought they'd never leave,"
she purred. "Untie me and I'll tell you all about what
Rada did to me today." She looked from Gwyn to Mandy, and
back. "That's what you keep naggin' me about, isn't it?"
Gwyn and Mandy exchanged a knowing smile, then focused on the
naked "wicked little scamp" lashed to the bed.
"As Mother said earlier," Gwyn purred, "we'll discuss it at
Meanwhile, smiling her dimpled smile, Mandy reached behind her
head, parted her ginger hair, and unbuckled the ball-gag that
had been in necklace-mode around her neck.
Penny tugged on her bonds, again. "Aw, c'mon, guys!
I didn't mean to fall asleep and leave you like that. I'm
sorry. M'mrrrf!" Mandy had stuffed the ball in her
mouth and was buckling the strap at the nape of her neck, under
her tousled blond hair and tight enough to make her cheeks
bulge. "Mmmpfh!" she complained. The ball was
contaminated with ginger-spit! Yuck!
Gwyn and Mandy had reclined on the bed and were snuggling
against her spreadeagled body. The brunette was on her
right and the redhead on her left. Penny was the
involuntary filling in a naked damsel sandwich.
"Being good little girls and not mischievous
little wankers," Gwyn purred, "like some people we
could name, we're going to get some sleep, like Mother said."
"I am tired," Mandy nodded, then heaved a deep, rather
"But first..." Gwyn lifted her right hand, revealing the
infamous blue torpedo Penny had used to reap her Righteous
Revenge on Rada Grabhands when the blond amazon giantess had
been the one lashed to the bed, on the very same spot where
Penny was now the bound and gagged prisoner (including the very
same wet spot). "Look what I found."
"Oh, goody," Mandy chuckled, then shifted her
green-eyed, freckled, dimple-cheeked smile to Penny. "I'm
not that tired."
Gwyn twisted the vibrator's base and it buzzed to life.
There was only one thing Penny could say in response: "MRRRF!"
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Rada entered the master bedroom and Bethany led her still naked,
bound, and gagged housekeeper to the colossal master bed.
"I apologize for using the security cameras to eavesdrop on you
and your little blond girlfriend," Bethany purred, "but I have a
good excuse: I had to find you."
Rada rolled her eyes in response. There was a great deal
of eye rolling going on this evening, which wasn't all that
surprising, given the way gags tended to limit a naked and bound
damsel's ability to communicate.
"You see," Bethany continued as she climbed onto the bed and
patted the mattress at her side, "about an hour ago I received a
priority call on the encrypted satellite phone. "Tomorrow,
we're going to have a very important visitor."
"Mrrrf? Mrrrf!" Rada responded. ("Another
guest? That means I have to freshen up another guest room,
revise my menus and shopping lists, and make other preparations!")
It's a well known fact that the gagged version of Norwegian is very
compact and expressive.
"No, I'm not going to untie the rest of Penny's magnificent
masterpiece," Bethany chuckled, then patted the bed, again.
Rada took the hint, climbed onto the bed, flopped onto her side
and squirmed until she was snuggled against her grinning
"I'll make sure you have plenty of time to get ready," Bethany
purred, then kissed the panel of Rada's gag, directly over her
ball-plugged mouth. "But do you really think I'm
going to let an opportunity like this go to waste?"
Rada heaved a smile, rested her panel-gagged head against
Bethany's right breast, and closed her eyes.
Bethany's left hand stretched across her body and down to Rada's
crotch. She gently stroked the captive's labia... and Rada
shivered in response.
"But now that I think about it," Bethany whispered as she kissed
the top of Rada's head, "I better not make the same mistake as
our precious little Penny." She cleared her
throat―"Ahem!"―then spoke in her normal voice. "Sally?"
"Yes, Bethany?" the disembodied voice of the manor's artificial
"Please wake me at the usual time, would you?"
"Yes, Bethany," the voice responded again.
Roget Manor's elaborate, state-of-the-art, home management and
security/surveillance system had been custom designed and
installed by Salamandras Home Security™. Bethany
seldom invoked the conversational interface, but when she
did―and for some reason unknown to either Bethany or Rada but
apparently had made perfect sense to the code-writers
and computer engineers responsible―the avatar always spoke with
the voice of Sigourney
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