| by Van ©2019
The Surprisingly Spacious & Luxuriously
Appointed "Servant's Quarters" of
When Rada was assigned to
what the Sisterhood's Action Directorate calls a "sleeper
posting" in the Western Sector of North America, Bethany had
offered her the use one of the mansion's guest bedrooms, but
Rada refused. It wouldn't fit her cover as Bethany's
employee. Instead, Rada moved into the largest apartment
in the servant quarters. It wasn't as spacious as a
guestroom, but had the virtue of being only semi-overdecorated
in the Gothic style and included a separate office, an attached
bath, and a walk-in closet. Rada's chosen accommodations
were far from spartan.
Having put in a hard day's work caring for Mistress Roget, her
summer guests, and the pair of short term VIP guests,
Rada was reclined on her back on the bed, gloriously nude,
her head and shoulders resting against a pile of pillows, and
was swiping and tapping her way through screen after screen on a
She then powered down
the iPad and deposited it on a bedside table, stretched, focused
on the "artistic installation" in the middle of the room, and
her smile widened. Since Mistress Bethany was busy doing
her duty and entertaining Jane, that meant it fell to Rada to
entertain the manor's other guest, Frankie. And
in Rada's humble, experienced, and trained opinion, she was
doing a superb job. (Frankie's opinion might
differ, but at the moment her ability to express said opinion
- Rada confirmed the
menus for tomorrow, as well as the automatic replenishment
of the pantry and refrigerator―tap-swipe.
- Confirmed the
scheduled visit of the cleaning service that would dust and
vacuum the first and second floors in five days―tap-swipe.
- Confirmed the
scheduled visit of the landscaping service in three days―tap-swipe.
- Briefly watched
live video of the newly recruited Sister Penny Parr
slumbering in her yoke and chains on the gigantic bed of her
gigantic guest bedroom―smile-swipe.
- Briefly watched
Gwyn and Mandy clink their chastity belts together, rattle
their chains, suck face, and generally make out on Gwyn's
gigantic bed in Gwyn's gigantic bedroom―smile-swipe.
- Watched a hogtied
and naked Mistress Bethany munch the carpet (in the crude
Americans vernacular) of a naked and not hogtied
Senior Operative "Jane" ... for several long seconds―smile-swipe.
- Confirmed that the
manor's state-of-the-art security system was armed, all
exterior doors and windows locked, and no intruders anywhere
near the manor (not counting the family of raccoons checking
out the pool area or the doe and fawn browsing the verge of
one of the side gardens)―swipe-tap
And speaking of Frankie:
- The Operative of
the Sisterhood's Action Directorate (and Senior Operative
Jane's protégé) was naked (like Rada).
- She was sitting
cross-legged (in the lotus position) on the hard seat of
Rada's favorite straight-back chair.
- Her wrists and
elbows were bound together behind her back with hemp rope
and she was leaning forward with her arms raised.
- Her hair was
plaited in a tight braid and tied to a rope that passed
through a steel ring up near the ceiling, then down to her
- Her nipples were
pinched by self-tightening clover-clamps with 1"-diameter
steel rings attached.
- Her big toes were
tied with hemp cord, and each bindings incorporated a
1"-diameter steel ring.
- Frankie's nipples
and toes were linked by a single, super-taut, continuous
length of heavy-duty fishing line (braided, synthetic,
Frankie's left nipple was linked to her right toe, her right
toe to her right nipple, her right nipple to her left toe,
and her left toe to her left nipple.
- The simplified
"cat's cradle" of fishing line was able to slide freely
through all four rings (if Frankie dared try to move).
Young has graciously
volunteered to demonstrate a
simplified version of Frankie's
Predicament with the kind help of
the "nice" folks at Hogtied.com.
Overall, Frankie's position might be called a Sitting Strappado
Predicament with Nipple-Clamp and Toe-Torment. The
thumbs-to-ceiling-to-hair strappado rope prevented her
from leaning forward to relieve her stretched nipples and
straining toes, while the fishing line prevented her from
leaning back in the chair to relieve her scalp and shoulder and
back muscles. Frankie was stuck. She couldn't so
much as twitch without punishing something somewhere.
Penny, Gwyn, and Mandy would be appalled by what Rada
was doing to poor Frankie. This was torture, pure
and simple! Actually, it was what graduates of the
Sisterhood's Direct Action Academy would call an "Advanced
Endurance Exercise." In any case, it was something
"Sisterhood Brownies" wouldn't and shouldn't try at home.
Oh-by-the-way, Frankie's mouth was plugged by a 2"
safety-ball-gag with a black, medical-grade silicon ball (hollow
and pierced by a dozen round holes), a black leather strap, and
chrome-steel hardware. This enabled Frankie to breathe
through her mouth, if necessary. It also allowed her to
moan and/or whine and/or complain in a less garbled manner than
was allowed by a standard ball-gag, and she was doing so;
however, the gag-noise had only just started. It would
have been rude for Frankie to interrupt the Norwegian Troll
responsible for her condition while said Troll was busy catching
up on housekeeping paperwork on her iPad.
The gag also allowed (some might say encouraged) Frankie
to drool on her crossed ankles, and she was doing that as
well. Blue eyes glaring at her torturer/playmate,
her tan skin glowing (a little), her muscles corded with strain,
and strings of saliva dripping down onto her unbound ankles, it
was crystal clear that Frankie was not happy.
However, Frankie was impressed. Rada might be a
blond, sadistic dweeb, but she was also a blond, creative dweeb.
Also... "Mrrrf!" ("Ow!") It hurt!
Rada placed her hands behind her head, crossed her unbound
ankles and continued smiling down the length of her incredible
nude body at her playmate/fellow operative/victim. "Tell
me, Frankie." she inquired, "have you ever heard of the
Frankie didn't answer. She'd stopped moaning, whining, and
growling, but her blue eyes were continuing to send exotic,
wickedly curved visual daggers in Rada's direction.
"I'll take that as a no," Rada purred. "Not surprising,
seeing as you're still a newbie. The Six Point is a game
for Seasoned Operatives."
Just get on with it! Frankie silently fumed.
Rada withdrew her right hand from behind her head and used her
own naked body as a visual aid, pointing at various parts of her
gorgeous anatomy. "Nipples... labia...
toes." She wiggled the big toes in question. "Those
are the six points in question, all clamped or tied and linked
by a taut web of lightweight, braided wire. A series of
pulleys are involved, and the pattern is very complicated.
A veritable three dimensional matrix. A cat's cradle on
I suppose, Frankie glowered.
"Anyway," Rada continued, "the 'player' is tied on a hard
surface in any of a variety of positions; however, she must be
able to lift her legs. In my particular case, I was
box-tied, stretched out full-length on my back on a bondage
table, and my legs were ladder-tied from thighs to ankles.
My heels were resting on a wooden block, my big toes tied, my
labia and nipples clamped, and everything linked into the wire
web. The tension was adjusted until everything was nice
and taut... then the block was removed."
Frankie paused her glaring marathon to blink in sympathetic
"I had no choice but to maintain an endless leg-lift," Rada
sighed. "My heels were hovering only about five
centimeters above the table... but the distance didn't
matter. My poor toes were being tugged and my pussy-lips
and nipples stretched. Lowering my legs five millimeters
was out of the question."
Young has also graciously
volunteered to demonstrate a greatly simplified four-point
version of Rada's Six-point Predicament, again, with
the kind help of the "nice" folks at Hogtied.com.
Thanks Maddie! ☺
Wow! Frankie mentally reiterated, and watched with great
interest as Rada gracefully rolled off the bed and padded in her
Rada leaned close and whispered in Frankie's right ear. "A
possibility to look forward to during a future refresher
training session at the Academy." She then reached for
Frankie's right nipple-clamp and―
Rada had released the right clamp! The tension of the
fishing-line cat's cradle instantly melted.
"Mrrrf!" Frankie complained. She was outraged by the lack
of warning, not the pain caused by the removal of the
clamp. Rada released the left nipple clamp... and this
time Frankie didn't even flinch. After all, she was a
trained Operative. She sat perfectly still as Rada untied
the hair end of her thumbs-to-ceiling-to-hair-strappado rope...
untied her thumbs... then strolled back to the bed, swinging her
hips in a blatantly seductive (but innate and therefore
involuntary) manner, then resumed her former reclined position
against the piled pillows.
Frankie released a gagged groan (and a generous dollop of
saliva), then sat upright in the chair, carefully unfolded her
legs, gingerly planted her bare feet on the carpeted floor, and
stood. Her wrists and elbows were still bound behind her
back with hemp, her feet now loosely hobbled toe-to-toe by the
fishing-line (and its now loosely dangling and forlornly empty
nipple-clamps), and her mouth plugged by her drool-friendly
safety-ball-gag, but that beat the holy heck out of her
former predicament. Still staring daggers, she gingerly
shuffled towards Rada and the bed.
"Over here," Rada purred, patting the mattress at her right
Frankie completed her hobbled, more-irritating-than-painful,
nude, bound, gagged, and humiliating journey, planted her bare
rump on the huge mattress, then squirmed and wiggled her way to
Rada's side, as ordered.
Rada planted a welcoming kiss on Frankie's shining forehead,
then pulled the naked, beautiful captive into a snuggling
"Mrrrf!" Frankie complained.
"What is it?" Rada purred.
Rada grinned, reached behind Frankie's head, released her
ball-gag, and re-secured the buckle on the strap's first hole.
Frankie worked her jaw, pushed with her tongue, and forced the
dripping, ventilated ball from her mouth. It flopped to
her chest and her drool-inducing ball-gag was now a
Meanwhile, Rada had retrieved an insulated cup from the left
nightstand, popped its lid, and was now holding it close to
Frankie's pouting lips. "Ice water," she purred.
Frankie graciously accepted three sips from the cup... and was
polite enough to refrain from spitting in Rada's smiling face.
Rada returned the cup to the nightstand, then took Frankie's now
gag-free head in her hands and planted a long, wet kiss on her
Frankie returned the kiss. One could argue she had no
choice, being naked and tied up. Also, Rada was naked and
beautiful. So... she might as well.
Finally, Rada came up for air. "Well?"
Frankie glowered at her fellow Operative and licked her
lips. "Well what?"
"Did I not tell you I would make your visit to Sister Bethany's
Frankie couldn't help but let a sly smile curl her lips.
"Rada Norgaard lived up to her reputation as a vicious
bitch. That's hardly surprising."
Rada chuckled, then gave Frankie's right nipple a languid
lick. "Let's talk about your mentor's mission."
Frankie shivered as Rada licked her left nipple. "What's
to talk about? Jane wanted to meet Penny Parr for
"Such a cute little charmer," Rada asked. "Don't you
Frankie lifted an eyebrow. "You mean Jane?" she drawled.
Rada favored her bed-mate with a wry smile. "Sister Penny,
"They don't come any cuter," Frankie conceded, "and I think
Sally's right. The Sisterhood needs to keep an eye on
Penny Parr, at the very least."
Rada kissed Frankie's lips, again. "Better yet, make my
little Kattunge an asset, although I suspect that might
be more difficult a task than the Council believes."
"You don't think Bethany is up to the job of being Penny's
Rada shook her head. "Sister Bethany is as good as we've
got, but I believe Penny Parr is a wildcard, a trickster.
In the long term... she may surprise us all."
Frankie rested her head on Rada's shoulder. "For the
"Probably," Rada sighed, "almost certainly. But it may be
a wild ride before we reach the climax."
Frankie sighed and closed her eyes.
"And speaking of climaxes, Blue-Eyes," Rada purred, "don't go to
sleep just yet. You must repay Rada for educating and entertaining
you with such a delicious predicament."
"Either that or I should kick your butt," Frankie huffed.
"Why do you think you're still tied up?" Rada purred.
"Also, Rada could kick your butt if Rada was
the one with her wrists and elbows tied behind her back."
Frankie sighed, again. That was probably true. Rada
had a lot more field experience, as well as more advanced
training from the Academy. She lifted herself from Rada's
side, scooted down the bed, rolled over Rada's right leg, and
flopped onto her stomach. Her hostess' tan, strong thighs,
tan, sculpted abdomen, glistening pussy, and neatly trimmed,
dark-blond pubic bush were now inches from her pouting
lips. (And Frankie was pouting not from reluctance, but
because Reluctant Defiance was expected of a Brave Damsel being
forced to pleasure her Vile Captor.) She locked eyes with
her grinning fellow Operative, licked her lips, than gave Rada's
pussy a slow, wet, preliminary lick.
Rada closed her eyes and shivered in
appreciation. Frankie smiled, then proceeded to give the
statuesque Norwegian beauty the tongue lashing she so richly
|The Perils of Penny Parr
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snapped awake to find Gwyn sitting on her right and Mandy on her
left. Gwyn was using a small brass key to unlock and
release the right manacle of her Secretary-yoke. "What are
you..." Penny didn't complete the question. She was
finally awake enough to achieve a firm grasp on the
obvious. "Oh." Gwyn was now unlocking the yoke's
"I'm Luke Skywalker," Mandy said with a smile as she accepted
the key from Gwyn. "I'm here to rescue you." She
giggled. "I really like that line."
"I guess that makes me General Kenobi," Gwyn purred,
rolling her eyes.
"Actually," Mandy said brightly, "you're Chewbacca."
"Bwrrrolrrr!" Gwyn growled, giving her best wookie imitation.
Penny's rescuers had already unlocked the yoke from the chains
tethering Penny to the bed, and, with many a clink and clatter,
the chains slithered to the floor. Mandy tossed the yoke
to the side and Penny was now nude but totally free of any form
of bondage. Her rescuers, on the other hand, were naked,
free of their former serving chains, but still locked in their
shining steel and leather-lined chastity belts.
Penny stifled a yawn, then blinked at her chums. "What's
"You're welcome," Gwyn smirked.
"Rada unlocked our slave chains," Mandy explained, "then gave us
this key―" She waved the key in question, then set it on
the left nightstand. "―and ordered us to sneak in here and
Penny stole a glance at Mandy's chastity belt, then focused on
her ginger-haired rescuer's smiling face.
"Wrong key," Gwyn sighed. "We already tried. It only
unlocks the secondary panel so we can tinkle, which we
did. Apparently, Rada wants to make sure all us
'youngsters,' as she put it, get a few hours of unencumbered
sleep, but that doesn't extend to the un-girding of our loins."
"The un-girding of our loins," Mandy giggled. "How very
"Shut up," Gwyn ordered (with a smile). "Anyway... welcome
to The Sisterhood."
"Uh, thanks," Penny responded, "I think."
Gwyn and Mandy snuggled against Penny's right and left sides
(respectively), then planted kisses on her right and left cheeks
"Is there a secret handshake I need to know about?" Penny
"Not that I'm aware of," Gwyn chuckled.
"There isn't even a secret decoder ring," Mandy sighed. "I
"There is me, of course," a disembodied voice
Penny blinked in surprise, then turned her head from Gwyn to
Mandy. "Sigourney Weaver?"
"Oh, that's right," Gwyn said, rolled away, reached to the right
nightstand, then rolled back holding an iPhone. "Rada also
ordered us to give you back your phone."
Penny frowned in confusion as Gwyn handed her the iPhone in
question. Not only had the no longer confiscated device
turned itself on, but it was displaying, unbidden, a color
photograph―No, color video!―of a smiling Sigourney
"That's not Sigourney Weaver," Mandy chuckled.
"It's Sally," Gwyn added, "aka Sister Sally, aka Sally
Salamandras, aka Snoopy Sally."
"Salamandras?" Penny inquired.
"The computer security company," Gwyn clarified. "Their
code-monkeys did the work."
"Sally is an avatar," Mandy explained, "the simulated human
interface of the artificial intelligence that ties all the
Sisterhood's computer systems together."
"Hello, Penny," Sally purred, beaming Sigourney Weaver's
beautiful, intriguing smile.
Penny was still blinking in mild confusion. "Uh...
Gwyn, Mandy, and Sally laughed.
"The way I heard it," Gwyn explained, "they 'borrowed' Ms.
Weaver's motion capture data from the studio that made the first
"It was a close thing," Sally said. "You could be
talking to a Zoe Saldata avatar right now. Anyway, we
settled on Sigourney. And as it turns out, she doesn't
mind a bit. Sister Siggy has told me on more than one
occasion that she's very flattered I insisted on
borrowing her voice, face, and body. I really like
Siggy. She's a hoot."
"Sigourney Weaver is a Sister?" Penny inquired, "meaning a
Sisterhood Sister? I thought we aren't allowed to
discuss which celebrities are Sisters?"
"We aren't," Sally chuckled, "but outing Sister Siggy is the
exception that proves the rule. I've found it's best to
get ahead of the issue. It avoids confusion. What if
you got a phone call from the wetware version of Sigourney
Weaver? How would you know it was her... and not me?
And the real Siggy is very
much a member of the non-kinky branches of the
Sisterhood, by the way, so if you ever do get to meet
her, don't expect her to tie you up or let you tie her up."
Penny nodded. "Uh, I wouldn't think of it. So, are
you on everybody's phone? By which I mean all the
Sisters phones, of course."
"Of course," Sally answered. "You'll find me on your
Contacts list as 'Sally,' and I can stand in for Siri if you say
'Hey Sally.' My ringtone is the first few bars of Long
Penny nodded. "I see. So... you're also on Gwyn and
Mandy's phones... as well as Taylor Swift's."
"Nice try," Sally laughed. "I can neither confirm nor deny
that Taylor Swift is a Sister."
Rats! Penny looked from Gwyn to Mandy, again.
"Sally can answer all my questions about The Sisterhood?"
Gwyn nodded. "She can, but only on a need-to-know basis."
"I suppose that's reasonable," Penny sighed. "I'll start
working on a list of questions." She heaved another
cavernous yawn. "Later."
Gwyn and Mandy exchanged a knowing smile, then planted kisses on
Penny's cheeks, again.
"Stop," Penny complained, gently pushing away her friend's
"Goodnight, Sister Penny," Gwyn purred.
"Goodnight, Sister Penny," Mandy added.
"Yeah, yeah, goodnight," Penny responded, then kissed Gwyn's
pale cheek... followed by Mandy's freckled cheek. Being a
Grumpy Kattunge had its place, but Gwyn and Mandy were
her Sisters and BFFs. "Goodnight, Sally," she
"Goodnight," Sally purred, and the screen of Penny's iPhone went
Penny handed the iPhone to Gwyn, who returned it to the
nightstand, then all three "youngsters" squirmed, snuggled
together, and closed their eyes.
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|The Perils of Penny Parr
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Hey! You guys! No!" Penny had been roused from
a sound sleep to find the first light of dawn shining through
the tall windows of The Bambi Room. And oh-by-the-way,
Gwyn and Mandy were working in nefarious concert to tie her
up with black, conditioned hemp rope! "Stop it, you
rats!" She kicked and squirmed and tried to resist,
but retaining her freedom was already a lost cause. Before
she'd been even half awake, her bed-mates had flipped her onto
her stomach, wrenched her arms behind her back, and lashed her
wrists together. Also, her supposed friends were
more-or-less sitting on her! "Let. Me. Go!"
"No can do, kiddo," Gwyn purred.
"It's Day Four of your hazing," Mandy noted, "remember?"
"Oh, c'mon!" Penny complained. "Yesterday
was Day Four!"
"Yesterday doesn't count," Gwyn purred. "Your hazing was
on hold 'cause Jane and Frankie were here. Once they
leave... Day Four."
"That's so unfair!" Penny pouted. "Also... we're
Sisters! And I've been hazed enough!"
"That's up to Mother to decide," Gwyn purred as she continued
binding her blond friend. With Mandy's manhandling help,
she hauled Penny up onto her rump and began wrapping rope around
her upper arms and torso.
"We'll take your side when you argue your case," Mandy reassured
Penny. "We talked about it and agree completely. You
have been hazed enough... for now... almost."
"Said the ginger freak helping her
Wednesday-Addams-wannabe girlfriend tie me up," Penny
huffed. She'd stopped resisting and settled into her best
Disappointed Pout. Resistance was, indeed, futile.
Gwyn's rigging efforts coalesced into a standard box-tie,
specifically, the "sadistic version," with Penny's forearms
pulled up past the horizontal and her crossed wrists lashed
against her spine, just below her shoulder blades.
"That's enough for now," Gwyn announced.
Mandy nodded in agreement. "Bathroom."
"Some friends you are," Penny complained as she was hustled off
the bed, into the bathroom, suffered the indignity of having her
butt planted on the commode, and was "forced" to empty her
bladder. This was followed by the humiliation of having
her crotch cleaned, face scrubbed, and teeth brushed.
Penny's hair remained in a tight, single braid (like Gwyn and
Mandy's), so no fussing with brushes and combs was required.
After her tooth brushing, Penny spat into the sink (rather than
either of her alleged friends' smugly smiling faces), but made
her attitude quite clear. Penny's blue eyes flashed and
shifted, slightly, into Profound Betrayal/Righteously Indignant
Pout #1, another expression she'd spent time perfecting in front
of the mirror.
Gwyn and Mandy were unmoved. They neither released Poor
Penny from their Cruel Bondage, nor did they express Sincere
Contrition for their Traitorous Betrayals.
Penny stood to the side and sullenly watched as her captors
completed their morning toilettes. Gwyn and
Mandy's chastity belts complicated matters a little, but as
they'd mentioned earlier, the key Rada had lent the two rats so
they could unlock Penny's Secretary-yoke also fit the locks
securing the secondary, outer panels of their chastity-belts.
How does Rada keep track of what key fits what lock? Penny
wondered. There must be a hierarchy of
interchangeability of all various the locks and keys.
Master keys, series master keys, individual keys,
etc. How does she keep track? I don't see color
codes or engraved labels or anything. They all look the
same to me.
Penny noted that both of her involuntarily chaste friends
carefully re-locked their secondary panels once they finished
tinkling and after cleaning their steel-clad
nether-regions. That was entirely understandable, as far
as Penny was concerned. She wouldn't want Rada to catch her
wearing only half a chastity belt. At the moment, Gwyn
and Mandy seemed to be enjoying some sort of trustee status, but
they knew not to push their luck (and, therefore, had
voluntarily locked up their own pussies).
Bathroom business complete, Gwyn and Mandy took hold of Penny's
arms and hustled her from The Bambi Room and down the hall to
Gwyn's bedroom. Once there, Penny and Mandy watched as
Gwyn dressed in a pair of jeans, a bra, and a tank-top, all in
Next, they relocated to Mandy's guest bedroom. There,
Mandy dressed in stonewashed denim-blue jeans, a white bra, and
a light-plum tank-top.
Penny remained silent throughout. She also remained naked,
box-tied, and pouting.
Gwyn and Mandy grabbed Penny's arms, again, and led her into the
hallway... down the Grand Staircase... past three or four of the
first floor sitting rooms... and into the kitchen.
There, they were greeted by the aromas of coffee, cooked bacon,
and various other breakfast-appropriate, yummy stuff.
Penny's stomach rumbled. Bethany, Jane, Frankie, and Rada
were present, and they interrupted their conversations, coffee
drinking, and cooking duties (respectively) to give good-morning
wishes and plant kisses on the new arrivals.
Bethany was wearing yet another very pretty sundress Penny had
never seen before, Jane and Frankie the same dresses as
yesterday, and Rada her same ol' Senior Servant Uniform.
Once again, Penny was the only clothing deprived damsel present.
Frankie filled a mug with coffee and smiled while she held it
for Penny to take a careful sip. The taller, older
brunette locked eyes with the shorter, younger, box-tied blonde,
then led Penny to the seat next to her own. Obviously,
Frankie was taking it on herself to be Penny's breakfast-buddy
by resuming the task of feeding Penny.
The breakfast main course was some sort of egg, peppers, cheese,
onions, bacon, and sausage frittata. In Penny's
inexperienced opinion, it was "ethnic," with a mix of spices and
peppers that were either Hispanic or Middle Eastern... or maybe
something else. In any case, the yummy concoction Frankie
was carefully shoveling into Penny's mouth was delicious.
Bethany was the perfect hostess, smiling and chatting with her
guests (including her "secretly" chastity-belted daughter―the
"secretly" chastity-belted Mandy―and the naked and box-tied
Penny). Jane and Frankie also did their part to entertain
the youngsters. Rada served the frittata, sat at the
table, and also engaged in conversation.
Penny learned nothing new about The Sisterhood. In fact,
The Sisterhood never came up, and Penny decided not to broach
the topic herself. She could pump Gwyn and Mandy (and
Sally) for more info later. Also, it was prudent to be a
Gracious Guest and not embarrass and/or irritate Bethany with
Jane and Frankie present. After all, it was the start of
Day Four of Penny's five-day hazing ritual.
Breakfast over, Rada enlisted Gwyn and Mandy to help clean the
kitchen and Sally announced that Jane and Frankie's departure
was imminent. Apparently, their transportation was on
final approach with an ETA of five minutes. Penny thought
this was a rather peculiar way to describe the arrival of a taxi
or them climbing back into their rental car, but maybe that was
the way the artificially intelligent avatars of secret
organizations talk about such things. What did Penny
know? Naked and box-tied, she sat in her chair, watched
her fellow Junior Sisters work, and perfected her Grumpy Kattunge
Jane, smiling broadly (and beautifully), leaned close and kissed
Penny's forehead. "Don't worry, Sister Parr," she purred,
"everything is going to be just fine. Sister
Bethany will take care of you, and the first letter from your
cousin will arrive before you know it."
Bethany kissed Penny's forehead as well. "I will take
care of you, darling," she promised, "like you were my own
Gwyn paused in the act of loading the diswasher and snorted in
disgust. "So, you're gonna order Rada to lock her in
steel panties for no good reason?" she muttered.
Everyone laughed, except for for Gwyn and Penny, who shared a
A melodious chime sounded and Sally's/Siggy Weaver's disembodied
voice announced, "It's time."
Gwyn and Mandy resumed their duties as Penny's escorts by
grabbing her arms, hauling her to her feet, and―"Hey!"―leading
her after the others and through the manor. Penny assumed
they'd be heading towards either the Grand Entryway or the
garage, but instead, she was dragged (led) to the indoor pool
A pair of obviously expensive and probably designer label
leather duffel-bags were waiting next to the French doors
leading out onto the expansive backyard. Obviously, Jane
and Frankie had packed before breakfast (or Rada had done it for
them). In any case... here they were... staring out at the
outside pool and the lawn beyond.
Suddenly, Penny became aware of the sound of a whining engine...
and watched through the glass as a modernistic airplane swooped
over the trees, settled into a hover, deployed its landing gear,
then settled down onto a small, round, paved area on the far
side of the pool!
"Wow!" Penny gasped, blinking and staring at the new
arrival. The craft was sleek and wicked cool! There
were no obvious machine gun, missile, or laser beam pods, but it
looked dangerous, and was painted a uniform gray with no
visible markings. Penny assumed there were the required
"N###" painted on the tail or fuselage or somewhere, but its
nose was towards the manor and the viewing angle was
wrong. However, there was nothing wrong with Jane and
Frankie's apparent ride! It was something out of a SciFi
movie. Penny was impressed.
"Wow!" Gwyn and Mandy agreed in unison. Obviously, they
were also impressed, staring slack-jawed at the new
As the super-plane's turbines whined down to a surprisingly
quiet idle, Penny shrugged off Gwyn and Mandy's gripping hands
and scampered forward to stand next to Jane. "The
Sisterhood has an Air Force?" she demanded.
Jane, Frankie, Bethany, and Rada laughed.
"Not exactly, Sister Penny," Jane purred, "but we do own a
number of aircraft, and on occasion are invited to help test
developmental prototypes." She kissed Penny's lips, then
picked up her bag. "Goodbye for now, Sister Penny.
Until we meet again."
"Uh, yeah," Penny responded, her eyes still fixed on the
The usual flurry of goodbye hugs and kisses continued, during
which Penny endured one last predatory smile from Frankie.
Apparently, the blue-eyed beauty really had enjoyed taking care
of Penny during her brief visit. Then, the elderly
residents and youthful vacationers of Spooky Roget Manor watched
as Jane and Frankie strolled across the lawn to the aircraft,
waved one last time, then climbed up the back ramp, disappeared
into the interior, and the ramp lifted.
There was a brief pause... the whine of the aircraft's engines
rose in crescendo (although the noise was still surprisingly
quiet), then the technological wonder lifted off the ground,
hovered, its landing gear folded, it spun 180°, then climbed and
sped away, quickly disappearing behind the tops of the trees.
"Well... that happened," Penny said quietly.
Bethany gently grasped Penny's chin, tilted her head back, and
smiled into the blinking blonde's puzzled face. "Jane was
right," Bethany sighed. "You are developing
freckles, you adorable little thing."
"Huh?" Penny inquired, continuing to blink. "I don't like
freckles." She shifted her eyes to Mandy. "No
offense. I mean my freckles."
"None taken," Mandy purred. Mandy, Gwyn, and Rada were all
watching (and grinning.)
"Anyway," Bethany purred. "We'll have to work on those."
"Do we have to?" Penny whined.
"Now, in celebration of your becoming our fellow Sister,"
Bethany continued (ignoring Penny's last question), "I've
decided to waive the final day of your Vacation Hazing."
"Finally," Penny huffed under her breath, then her blue eyes
widened and the blinking returned. "I mean, thanks!
Thank you very much!" She leaned forward and
kissed Bethany's smiling lips.
"You're welcome, dear," Bethany responded.
Penny turned to Rada. "So, I get untied, right?" She
squirmed in her box-tie bonds for emphasis.
"Silly Kattunge," Rada chuckled. "The final day of
your hazing would have been tomorrow. Today is
Penny heaved a sigh of tragic proportions. "It was worth a
try," she muttered.
Rada pointed to Gwyn, Mandy, and Bethany. "You, you, and
you. Exercise." She smiled at Penny.
"You. Come with me." And with that, she turned and
Instead of following the Norwegian Troll, as ordered, Penny
whispered to the others. "If we all work together, we
can―Ow! Ow! Ow!" Rada had returned, taken a
firm grip on Penny's left earlobe, and was dragging her
Penny assumed Rada was dragging her back to the kitchen, then
would drag her down to the basement, then down to the dungeons
to start of her final day of hazing.
"Rats," the naked, bound, pathetic little blonde huffed.
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