phase of the renovation project was nearing completion; however,
a few strategic sections of the paneling that concealed wiring
runs and plumbing junctions had been re-secured using
only a few fasteners. The Munro Sisters would need access
to complete a few tasks further down their list. In any
case, the majority of the rewiring was complete, from the attic
and spire spaces all the way down to the power panels in the
Saturday morning arrived and Kenzy and Sam bounced down the
stairs for breakfast. No formal plans had been made for
the weekend, although at dinner the previous evening Danica had
mentioned that she might be amenable to acting as Sam,
Kenzy, and Gabby's Intrepid Wilderness Guide for a day hike to
one of the nearby mountain peaks. Truth be told, "mountain
peak" was an exaggeration. The surrounding "mountains"
were actually foothills of the nearest actual mountain
range, but it was still a fun hike up slopes cloaked in mostly
mature forest with the occasional craggy and picturesque
boulder-field or cliff-face, as well as a modest waterfall with
a small pool suitable for skinny-dipping! There were also
the usual stunning vistas of the valley below and the distant
peaks beyond; at least that was what the Nordbergs
claimed. The round trip would take almost the entire day,
and while it would be a decent workout, it would be a hike and
in no way a technical climb. Sam agreed it might be fun,
but Kenzy was undecided.
Anyway, the sisters arrived at the kitchen to find only Gabby,
Danica, and Kimiko present. After morning greetings it was
explained (vaguely) that Nora had gotten up early and was "busy
with something." Also, Gabby preemptively proclaimed that
Kenzy would not be going on the hike. Kenzy's
morning was already planned out (which was news to her).
"Bossy much?" Kenzy inquired, staring evenly at the grinning
Gabby as they both sipped their coffee.
"Trust me," Gabby purred in a near whisper. "I have
something very educational to show you."
Kenzy stole a glance at the "youngsters," who were busy frying
bacon and beating eggs in preparation for scrambling.
"Educational," she scoffed. Kimiko, serene as always, was
gazing out at the gardens through the French doors that led out
onto the deck, so she was no help.
"Educational," Gabby reiterated (with a saucy and infuriating
wink) and that was that.
Anyway, breakfast was delicious, cleanup went swiftly, and Sam
and the Danica departed to prepare for their expedition.
Kimiko also departed, gliding away into the interior of the
mansion in her usual graceful manner without sharing her plans
for the day.
As soon as they were alone in the kitchen, Kenzy rounded on
the smiling Gabby. "What are you up to?" she demanded.
"Something depraved and sinister, of course," Gabby
purred. "Chill out and wait 'til the girls are gone, then
I'll show you." And with that promise/warning, Gabby
strolled away in Kimiko's wake.
Kenzy rolled her green eyes, poured herself a final refill of
coffee, strolled to the window to take Kimiko's place gazing out
at the gardens, and settled in to await the start of the
departure ceremony for the Nordberg Munro Joint Expedition.
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their hiking boots, socks, shorts, and respective tops, Sam and
Danica endured the well-wishes of Kimiko and Kenzy and unneeded
advice from Gabby. Apparently, as Nora was still
inexplicably absent, it fell to the next most senior Nordberg to
berate the hikers before they could depart. Smiling and
obviously enjoying the show, Kenzy and Kimiko listened as Gabby
explained the need for regular hydration and rest stops, the
importance of sunscreen, and warned of the dangers of marauding
bears, pumas, coyotes, and other vicious predators.
"What about honey badgers?" Danica purred.
"You mean wolverines," Sam corrected her grinning
companion. "Honey badgers are in Africa."
"Oh, I stand corrected," Danica said innocently, then refocused
on her older cousin. "And what about velociraptors?
They're a serious danger. Right?"
"If you're not going to take this seriously, Gabby huffed, "I'm
going to keep my vast accumulated wisdom to myself." This
drew a round of applause, so she crossed her arms under her
breasts, pouted with wounded pride, and somehow managed not to
Anyway, Sam was in her usual tank-top with a neatly folded
long-sleeved shirt in her day-pack while Danica was wearing a
powder-blue long-sleeve SPF fishing/hiking shirt (with the
sleeves rolled up) over her tank-top. Sam was
sporting a Seattle Seahawks ball-cap (Go Hawks!) while
Danica wore a floppy, broad-brim, desert-tan sunhat. Their
packs were loaded with jackets, lunch, trail-mix, and plenty of
water. Finally, with walking sticks clutched in their
hands, they were off!
Kenzy, Gabby, and Kimiko waved until the girls disappeared among
the mature cedars, headed up one of the mansion's lesser-used
trails... then Kimiko smiled and serenely and silently returned
to doing whatever it was she'd been doing elsewhere in the
mansion. Gabby waited until Sensi was gone... then grabbed
Kenzy's hand and dragged (led) her into a sitting room.
"Hey!" Kenzy complained.
"Hush!" Gabby scolded as she closed the door behind them, then
turned and smiled at Kenzy. "Strip!" she commanded.
The order wasn't entirely unexpected, but etiquette required the
ginger to scowl and object. "What? Why? No!"
Gabby smiled and waved a dismissive hand in a charming but
irritatingly manner. "None of that. Do as you're
Kenzy shifted her frown to a scowl, then pulled her tank-top
over her head, kicked off her sneakers, plucked her anklets from
her now bare feet, then removed her shorts and panties.
This left her everything bare, of course.
Resplendent in one of her extensive collection of pretty
sundresses, Gabby smiled and watched. "Your bikini and
boob areas are filling in nicely," she remarked, "but you still
have a way to go cultivating a uniform freckle collection."
"Shut up," Kenzy snapped.
And speaking of snapping, before Kenzy could react (or because
the naked ginger had decided not to react), Gabby
opened an end-table drawer, pulled out a shiny steel pair of
Irish-8 handcuffs, and locked them on Kenzy's wrists behind her
"Hey!" Kenzy reiterated, then tugged on her new steel bracelets,
but it was too late. Her hands were locked together atop
her naked butt, palm-to-palm, and there was nothing she could do
As it was clearly another example of something required by good
form, Kenzy prepared to give her smug (gorgeous) blonde captor a
piece of her mind, but her efforts were stifled (literally) as
Gabby executed the next part of her Nefarious Plan by reaching
back into the drawer. There was a flash of
hideously-purple silicon rubber, Gabby produced one of her
family's mouth-filling "globs," and unceremoniously stuffed it
into Kenzy's mouth!
"Glurmmmpfh!" Kenzy objected as, smiling evilly, Gabby made sure
Kenzy's teeth were properly settled into the purple
monstrosity's integrated trays and her tongue properly trapped,
contained, and controlled.
Next, Gabby reached back into the drawer, yet again,
produced a roll of Microfoam medical tape and a pair of bandage
scissors, then snipped free a six or seven inch strip of the
wide, thick, pliant, off-white tape.
This wasn't her first tape-gag rodeo, so Kenzy knew what was
expected of her. She bit down on the glob, closed her lips
together over the hideous-purple glob's front panel, and waited
sullenly as Gabby stretched and plastered the strip over her
mouth and lower face, then smoothed it in place. Satisfied
with Kenzy's gagged condition and smiling in beatific beauty,
Gabby returned the tape and scissors to the drawer and slid it
Kenzy glared at her captor and tugged on her cuffs, but
she didn't bother mewling through her no doubt photogenic
tape-gag. She suspected the Irish-8s, glob, and tape might
be the very same combo she'd worn during her Leg-Shaving Ordeal
down in the Dungeon-Maze... but at the moment her gams didn't
really need another shave, so it was a safe bet that something
else was about to happen.
Meanwhile, arms crossed under her boobs, once again, Gabby
heaved a happy sigh. "You're so pretty like that,
darling." she cooed. "Naked, bound, gagged, your fury
contained but your green eyes flashing... sooo pretty."
Kenzy rolled the green eyes in question, then tossed her head to
free a few strands of her ginger mop from her gagged face (and
for added effect). I got yer 'pretty' right
here! she silently fumed. Just you wait 'til
it's my turn, you... blonde!
Gabby heaved another happy sigh, then took Kenzy by her left arm
and led her away.
Defiant but compliant, naked, bound, and gagged, Kenzy "let"
herself be led away.
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unexpectedly, Kenzy's destination turned out to be the
kitchen... followed by the basement... followed by the Gothic
Not-So-Secret Door set in the back wall... followed by the
Dungeon-Maze beyond. This was only Kenzy's third sojourn
into the subterranean labyrinth, so she still didn't have a
clear idea of the layout. It really was something of a
maze... and Kenzy had come to suspect that on each of her
previous visits Gabby might have purposely led her
around in circles before stopping at their final destination,
and she might be doing it again! Kenzy wouldn't
put it past her. Anyway...
Gabby called a halt at one of the nondescript iron-studded
timber doors, unlocked it with her Golden Barrel-Key—Click!—pulled
it open, and dragged (led) her naked, bound, and gagged ginger
captive across the threshold.
Kenzy had thought herself prepared for anything, but realized
she was frozen in place, her green eyes wide and
staring at what amounted to... an upright iron sarcophagus!
It was, indeed, standing with what were clearly its "head" and
"shoulders" regions pointing up and its "feet" bolted to the
floor; and either it had been made to contain a seven-foot giant
or its walls were inches thick. The general human
outline was unmistakable, but there was no decoration or
ornamental detailing, nothing to differentiate the thing's sex,
define distinct limbs, or any other characteristics. It
was steel or possibly cast iron and had a textured, unpolished
finish. Molded into the right side of the humanoid form
were a pair of massive hinges, and on the left Kenzy could see
three vertically stacked, widely spaced, barrel-style
keyholes—and centered over the "face" region of the head-lump
was a six-inch diameter circular porthole-type window with its
silvered and wire-reinforced glass "protected" by a grid of
steel bars (as if to prevent the sarcophagus' hypothetical
occupant from somehow breaking the glass and squeezing
through the resulting opening).
Kenzy flinched as she heard a thud behind her. It
was Gabby closing the chamber door, of course—Click!—and
"According to the family journals," Gabby lectured as she began
a slow, casual, orbiting stroll around the sarcophagus, "at the
time this thing was commissioned there was a spirited debate as
to whether the exterior should be plain... or sculpted in the
manner of the infamous Iron Maiden of Nuremberg." She
paused and focused her smile on Kenzy. "You know The
Maiden, right? The torture and execution device lined on
the inside with lethal spikes?" She continued her
stroll. "Obviously, they settled on 'plain.' I think
it would work either way, but this is pretty cool, don't ya
Her green eyes still staring at the sarcophagus, Kenzy nodded
absently, although truth be told she was still largely
uncommitted on the 'cool' issue.
"Good," Gabby purred. "There was also a minority opinion
that it should be some sort of abstract Art Deco sculpture, but
I think that would be less... sinister."
Kenzy nodded again. She had to agree. Plain or not,
the sarcophagus was definitely sinister, whereas even a
bad sculpture might be mistaken for art. She watched as
Gabby used her Golden Barrel-Key to unlock the sarcophagus'
three locks; first the top—Click!—then the middle—Click!—and
finally the bottom—Click!
"Ready?" Gabby asked, then took hold of a pair of convenient
slots molded into the left-front edge of the sarcophagus and heaved
open the sarcophagus. Actually, Kenzy was pretty sure
the villainous blonde was exaggerating the effort required for
dramatic purposes. Granted, the door or lid or hatch had
to weigh a half-ton or more, yet it swung open
smoothly. The hinges were obviously quite well
balanced. Anyway, in the interior of the enclosure...
Kenzy froze in horror, her eyes wide, once again, and she almost
mewled a startled yelp through her gag!
A woman was suspended in the interior of the
decidedly cramped enclosure! Arms at her sides and legs
together, she was bound (squeezed) in an elaborate brown
leather body-harness from ankles to shoulders, or more
precisely, from her big toes to her shoulders.
She appeared to be naked, not counting the web of wide, thick,
horizontal, diagonal, and vertical straps tightly binding
roughly two-thirds of her body. The straps binding the
helpless woman's big toes together were much thinner, of course,
as were the spider's-web-like lattice of leather squeezing her
breasts and anchoring some sort of metal... things over
her nipples. In other breaking news, her fingers and hands
were encased in tight bondage-mittens, a wide, thick steel
collar was locked around her neck, and she was gagged with (and
drooling around) one of the Nordberg's ventilated black
silicon-rubber ball-gags with which Kenzy was already
familiar. Finally, a web of taut steel chains suspended
her in sarcophagus' interior. She "floated" in midair, not
touching any of the enclosure's thick steel walls.
And oh-by-the-way—despite the intervening harness, collar, and
gag—without question, the woman in question was none other than
Nora Nordberg! Her visible skin glistened with a
patina of sweat, including her gorgeous gagged face, and her
flaxen hair was damp and matted.
Seconds ticked by as Nora's wide, pale-blue eyes stared into
Kenzy's wide, green eyes... then Kenzy tore her horrified and
gagged gaze from the supposed head of the Nordberg household to
the grinning Gabby (who also had pale-blue eyes).
"Mrrrf?" the naked, bound, gagged, but not sarcophagus-imprisoned
"Those things clamped to her nipples are both vibrators and
zappers," Gabby lectured, "but they're rather low powered,
more an irritation or a gentle tease than actual
punishment." She pointed at Nora's crotch, which was
cleaved by a wide strap. "There are also vibrating and
zapping intruders, fore and aft, and the pussy plunger
is a particularly nasty piece of work. It's a
stack of three individually controlled sub-units that can pulse
sequentially, from base to tip or randomly, and that goes for both
functions, buzzing and zapping. And unlike
the nipple vibro-zappers, the crotch units vary in intensity
from itch-you-can't-scratch all the way up to borderline
Gabby's smile widened. "You should see the old control
board. Dozens of switches and dials and
slide-bars. It's like an engineering panel out of a
steampunk airship. I believe it's still in one of the
storerooms down here... somewhere. Anyhow, once the
technology was available, Nora computerized the whole
shebang. Now it all runs on a dedicated server tucked away
upstairs." She focused on Nora and her smile became rather
coy. "Of course, I doubt if our 'Disney Queen,' as Little
Red calls her, knew it would be used to erotically torture her...
but here she is."
Kenzy continued staring at Nora... who continued staring at
her. Erotic torture? Kenzy thought in
horror. (A delicate quiver rippled between her
legs. Obviously, her pussy was equally horrified.)
"It's not so bad for short periods of time," Gabby continued,
"but if somebody drags you out of your bed before midnight,
strips you naked, ties you up and gags you, then drags you down
here and locks you in this thing with the stimulation program on
continuous replay for several hours, and with no end in
sight... it's bad." She focused on Nora's wide, desperate
blue eyes and sweating, drooling, gagged face. "Isn't that
Nora continued staring, but didn't make a sound.
Gabby shifted her smile back to Kenzy. "Oh! Did I
mention that the steel collar around her neck is an obedience
collar? It's hardwired into the system, so she can't
even scream when she feels the urge, much less waste energy
attempting to file gagged grievances."
Kenzy continued staring at Nora. She's been in that
thing since... midnight?
Seconds passed... then Gabby closed the sarcophagus—Thud!—and
engaged its three locks. Click! Click!
Kenzy's heart was hammering and she was panting through flaring
nostrils. This was taking The Game to a new and very scary
level. She wasn't at all sure she wanted to play.
"I'll let her simmer a few more hours," Gabby purred, "and don't
worry, darling. When I do let her out, she'll be tired...
maybe exhausted... but none the worse for wear. You'll see
her at dinner." And with that supposed reassurance, the
Evil Blonde unlocked and opened the chamber door—Click.—took
hold of Kenzy's right arm, led her out into the corridor, then
closed and locked the Sarcophagus Chamber door behind
them. Thud. Click.
"There you are," an unexpected voice announced, and Kenzy and
Gabby turned to find Kimiko padding down the hallway towards
them... and remarkably, Kimiko was completely naked!
Once she was in close proximity, the Japanese beauty pointed at
Gabby. "Strip," she commanded.
Without hesitation (but with visibly fumbling fingers) Gabby did
just that. Soon, the blonde's sandals, sundress du
jour, and underwear were a neat stack in her hands.
Kimiko pointed to the wall near the Sarcophagus Chamber
door. "Leave them," she ordered, and Gabby gracefully
stooped and left her clothes at the location indicated.
"Key." Gabby removed the Golden Barrel-Key on its gold
chain from around her neck and handed it to Kimiko.
"Side-by-side," Kimiko commanded, and Gabby scampered to stand
beside Kenzy. "Position." Gabby raised her arms,
placed her hands atop her head with her fingers interlaced, then
went up on tip-toe, as if she was wearing invisible high-heeled
shoes. "That way," Kimiko instructed, pointing down the
corridor to their left.
Still up on her toes and her hands still atop her head, Gabby
minced/padded down the passageway—and after a brief pause, Kenzy
mustered the presence of mind to scamper forward and accompany
her. The naked pair remained side-by-side with the naked
Kimiko following close behind.
Kimiko directed them through the maze with single word
commands—"Left," or "Right"—accompanied by light but no doubt
stinging slaps across Gabby's buttocks. Thankfully,
at least for the moment, Kenzy's rump remained
After several turns (and businesslike smacks on Gabby's butt)
they arrived at a typical dungeon door of heavy timber studded
with iron bolts, Kimiko called a halt (with a final smack),
then stepped forward, unlocked, and opened the portal—Click!
Creeeee!—and the serenely smiling beauty directed her
redheaded and blonde charges across the threshold.
The chamber beyond was typical in size (in Kenzy's limited
Dungeon Maze experience). A padded sitting mat was on the
floor off to one side and numerous pulleys and ropes hung from
the ceiling at various locations. Against the far wall
stood a large wooden rack festooned with a great many neat coils
of hemp rope, and next to it was a typical Nordberg Mansion
Gothic wooden chest of drawers. There was no elaborate
torture engine or any other furnishings. Kenzy tentatively
decided to christen the space The Rope Room.
Creeeee! Thud! Click! That was Kimiko
closing and locking the door, of course.
Kimiko-sama then turned and smiled at her students. Gabby
and Kenzy stared back. A surreptitious glance to the side
convinced Kenzy that Gabby was just as nervous as she was.
Go figure. And oh-by-the-way, Gabby was still in
the position ordered by their Sensi, hands atop her head and up
on her toes.
Kimiko padded forward until she was face to gagged face with
Kenzy. "Welcome to your first lesson," she purred.
"Pay close attention." She then padded to the rack, lifted
a pair of rope bundles from their pegs, returned to her
students, and set to work.
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demonstrated her rigging expertise for the next hour... or
possibly a few minutes more.
First came Kenzy.
Kimiko left the Irish-8 cuffs locked around Kenzy's wrists
behind her back. She also left in place Kenzy's Microfoam
tape-gag as well as the underlying hideous-purple silicon-rubber
glob-gag; however, she used hemp rope to bind the compliant (and
semi-flabbergasted) ginger in what Sensi explained was an "ebi"
or "shrimp-tie." Essentially, Kenzy was sitting on the
mat in the lotus position and slightly bent forward at the waist
with her ankles crossed and bound. Also, each of her
thighs was lashed to its corresponding lower-leg in a
"frog-tie." Finally, a relatively simple upper-body
harness pinned her upper-arms to her torso and linked the front
of the harness to her ankle-bonds, enforcing a mild,
forward-leaning crunch. Apparently (Sensi explained) the
"shrimp-tie" was her overall predicament, while the "frog-tie"
referred to her permanently-folded-at-the-knees, splayed, and
Sensi also lectured about the history and traditional use of the
ebi/shrimp-tie. Apparently, it was a recognized
torture technique, with the victim bound leaning forward
in an extreme crunch with her breasts pressed against
calves—which Kimiko demonstrated by briefly pulling out all
the slack in Kenzy's body-harness-to-ankle-bonds, then
releasing the tension and allowing her student to straighten
back up into her current semi-crunch. Obviously, both
stringency and time were the critical aspects of the torture
issue. Kenzy shuddered at the thought of enduring a truly
stringent version of the shrimp-tie for hours and hours.
Anyway, naked, standing up on tip-toe, and with her hands atop
her head, Gabby had watched the show... and then it was her
turn, and completing Sensi's rope-composition for the
unfortunate blonde took the overwhelming majority of the
hour-plus of Kimiko's rigging demonstration. Kenzy was...
amazed? Yes, she was amazed. (See also terrified and
The final result: Gabby was suspended in mid-air by something
like a dozen multi-strand runs of vertical, horizontal, and
diagonal ropes, all stretched from her helpless body to various
iron rings embedded in the chamber's walls, ceiling, and
floor. She was like a hapless fly trapped in an
asymmetrical, even haphazard spider's web. Her
torso and head were about 45° from the vertical. Her right
arm was fully extended and more-or-less vertical, while her left
arm was folded behind her back and lashed to her body with her
hand and wrist pressed against her spine and just below her
shoulder blades. Her left leg was straight with her
pointing foot hovering just above the floor. Her right
leg, however, was frozen in a diagonal high kick with her right
foot also pointing. A loop of rope cinched
around her left big toe further enforced the arrangement.
Finally, her blond hair was gathered atop her head, wrapped in
rope, and stretched upwards as part of the web, immobilizing her
The naked, hanging, utterly helpless blonde was also gagged and
blindfolded, and her ears were stuffed with loose cotton!
The gag was of the triple cloth variety—stuffing,
knotted-cleave, and over-the-mouth. The blindfold was a
wide, neatly folded cloth. OTM-gag and blindfold in place,
Gabby's face was entirely covered, with the exception of the tip
of her cute little pink nose. As for the ear-stuffing,
once the left plug was in place, Kimiko had whispered in Gabby's
right ear for something like a minute. She then plugged
the blonde's right ear as well and tightened the blindfold to
make sure both cotton wads stayed in place. Kenzy had been
unable to hear whatever Sensi had said to Gabby, but she did
notice that the entire time the one-sided discussion was
happening, Kimiko's right hand was gently stroking and massaging
Gabby's pussy! Already stretched in her web suspension,
Gabby had been unable to do more than desperately shiver and
squirm as much as her rope bonds would allow, which was not
much—and given the distraction of Kimiko's gliding hand, Kenzy
had to wonder how Gabby was managing to absorb whatever it was
Sensi was telling her.
And that was that. Gabby was stretched in midair, still
shivering and squirming in her tight bonds—naked, bound, gagged,
blindfolded, and with her ears stuffed—and unable to move
anything other than her feebly fluttering fingers and weakly
wiggling toes (not counting her rope-bound right big-toe).
Meanwhile, Kimiko had settled into a full lotus on the mat,
hauled Kenzy up onto her crossed legs and lap, and her right
hand was now massaging Kenzy's pussy! Yes, Kenzy!
The one with the neatly trimmed ginger pubic bush! After
an initial period of shivering and squirming... Kenzy decided it
felt good. That said, she continued squirming in her bonds
and gazing at her blond, web-bound fellow-captive across the
"I know you're wondering what I told Gabrielle just now," Kimiko
said quietly, then leaned close and whispered in Kenzy's right
ear. "I ordered her to bring herself to orgasm by force of
will, and warned that if she disappointed me she would take
Nora's place in the sarcophagus until Monday morning."
Kenzy's green-eyed, gagged stare remained focused on
Gabby. By force of will? she wondered.
"I realize you are skeptical," Kimiko purred. "How is that
possible? I didn't even give poor Gabrielle so much as a
simple crotch-rope to work with." She leaned close and
lightly kissed Kenzy's right ear while her hand continued gently
stroking Kenzy's labia. "I assure you," Sensi continued,
"with the proper meditative techniques, it is possible,
something you will learn in the course of your studies."
Kenzy was aware that Sensi was saying something about something,
possibly orgasms, but found herself well ahead of Gabby's
apparent progress on the road to ecstasy. Kenzy's nipples
were erect and throbbing. Her pussy was also throbbing...
in depth. And finally... despite the objectively brief
duration of Kimiko's efforts... the ginger captive writhed in an
unmistakable orgasm! "Mrrrrrmpfh!"
"Indeed," Kimiko chuckled as her hand continued to delicately
slip, slide, and caress.
Kenzy continued shivering, squirming, (and throbbing) for
several long seconds. Obviously, Sensi's fingers were
magic! Either that or her pump had been really well
primed. Maybe both.
As for Gabby, she still seemed to be working on her orgasm.
"Nora has authorized me to tell you that she is prepared to
extend your employment contract beyond the current agreed-upon
list of tasks," Kimiko announced.
Kenzy blinked in surprise and shivered, still basking in the
afterglow. Say what?
"We'll watch Gabby for an hour or so," Kimiko continued, "then
go release Nora from her sarcophagus. I'll take the pair
of you up to one of the sitting rooms, tie you to a pair of
comfy chairs, and you can negotiate your new contract in
detail. Is that acceptable?"
Kenzy lifted her chin and stared into Kimiko's smiling
"Good. We're agreed."
Meanwhile, Gabby was doing her best to complete Sensi's
assignment; however, at least to Kenzy, it was unclear whether
or not she was making significant progress.
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Meanwhile, atop the mountain (meaning hill)
overlooking the real mountains...
"Danica!" Sam shouted.
"Dan-i-ca! Enough is enough! Get your ass over
here and untie me!"
The grinning blonde appeared, strolling from the pleasant shade
of the cedar forest near the grassy clearing atop the
destination peak of the girl's day hike, and and out into the
direct sun... then smiled down at her hiking companion, friend,
and prisoner. Princess Danica was still wearing her boots,
socks, shorts, and long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Sam, on the other hand, was naked... totally naked...
and she was spreadeagled on her back on a bed of grass, tied by
her the wrists and ankles with single strands of coyote-brown
paracord tautly stretched to four steel tent stakes hammered
into the ground—and she'd been that way for at least an
hour! Maybe a little less. Anyway, Sam was not happy.
Danica, however, was disgustingly pleased with
herself. Sam could tell. She'd talked Sam into
submitting to her current predicament with three winning
1. It was part of Sam's "education."
Staked-out-under-the-hot-sun-in-the-middle-of-nowhere was a
recognized Damsel-in-Distress trope, and Sam needed to check
it off her bucket list.
Granted, Reason #3 was arguably a variant of Reason #1, but
nonetheless, sullen but compliant, Sam had removed her clothes
and allowed herself to be stretched out on the grass and staked
2. Sam was behind in her Freckle Redistribution
Program. She needed to clock more solar exposure if her
boobs and bikini area were going to continue making progress.
3. And then there was the issue of General Intellectual
Curiosity. Sam had to be wondering what it was
like to be a Wilderness Captive, no matter how she was
But that was then. This was now.
"Untie me, you... dweeb!" Sam demanded, tugging on the
single strands of 550-pound-test brown cord binding her between
the four stakes. Unfortunately and inevitably this caused
the cords to bite her wrists and ankles. Danica
had explained she'd had no choice but to use single strands to
bind Sam's outstretched and splayed limbs in order to maximize
the square inches of solar exposure while simultaneously
minimizing the square inches shielded from the sun's
freckilizing radiation. The wire-thin cord also had the
desirable side-effect of discouraging energetic struggling, thus
encouraging Sam to minimize the strain on the four lengths of
paracord and the tent stakes. Of course, it was entirely
possible Sam might self-inflict angry red marks on her wrists
and ankles, but the sting of the thin cords was a
constant reminder to minimize her escape efforts and thus avoid
such a disfiguring fate. At least her grinning blonde dweeb
of a captor had used non-compacting knots.
"Too soon," Danica purred, knelt beside her grumpy,
stretched-out prisoner, pulled a tube of sunscreen from the
right back pocket of her shorts, anointed her hands with a
generous dollop, then gave Sam's entire exposed body a thorough
coating, with the exceptions of her still visibly under-freckled
breasts and equally semi-dappled bikini-area.
Sam wasn't gagged, as that would have raised the issue of
unequal facial sun exposure, so she could have
continued voicing her displeasure and making snarky remarks, but
decided to glower in stony silence instead—and she
continued glowering as Danica finished coating her body with
sunscreen, produced a tube of tanning lotion, and began coating
her boobs, replenishing the lotion on her hands as needed, and then
commenced anointing Sam's bikini region! The helpless,
naked ginger managed not to flinch and/or squirm as any and all
of this happened. Sam was a grumpy and sullen but
undeniably virtuous and stoic captive.
"There," Danica sighed, smiling down at Sam's glistening body,
boobs, and lower-belly/crotch triangular area as she capped and
returned the tubes of lotion to the back pocket of her
shorts. "Now, there's something important we need to
"After you untie me, of course," Sam muttered.
"Hush," Danica scolded. "Now, I have it on good authority
that Mother is about to offer your sister a new contract that
will add several vaguely worded items to the already established
to-do list and, in fact, make your current employment more or
"Huh?" Sam said profoundly.
"This is a unique opportunity," Danica grinned. "Rather
than automatically acquiesce to your big sister's decision—which
will, of course, be a resounding yes!—you should hold
out for concessions."
"Concessions?" Sam frowned. "Like what?"
Danica's smile broadened. "For one thing, you should
demand unlimited access to the subterranean dungeons.
Maybe even ask for your own copy of the Golden Barrel-Key!
Mother won't give you one, of course, but your fall back
position will be what we—meaning you—really want:
unrestricted dungeon access!"
Sam's frown became thoughtful... then she smiled. "What if
I just say 'no way' to the entire thing?"
Danica rolled her eyes. "Get serious. Of course
you're going to say yes, like your sister, but this is an
opportunity. You should milk it for all you can
get." She gave Sam's left boob a gentle squeeze. "So
"Well... when you put it that way..."
Danica giggled and climbed to her feet. "Excellent!
Now, I know you're going to be at least a little sunburned by
the time we get home, but we'll pause for another skinny-dip
under the waterfall on the way down, and tonight I'll put you to
bed with plenty of lotion and in a tight sheet-wrap to help you
Sam watched as Danica strolled back into the shade of the
cedars. "Danica!" she complained.
"I'm going to get my camera and take some reference photos,"
Danica called back over her right shoulder. "This will
make a great painting."
"Danica, no!" Sam tugged on her bonds—Ow!—then
ignored the sharp sting at her wrists and ankles, heaved a sigh,
relaxed in her cruel bonds, and closed her eyes. An
open-ended contract, eh? Wow.
The pitiless sun continued beating down on Sam's naked, helpless
body, causing her to sweat... and generated freckles.
|The Perils of CONTRACTING
|| Chapter 10
And they all lived happily
ever after. To be more specific...
The Munro Sisters did, indeed enter into a new contract with the
Nordbergs. In short, they became the mansion's resident
maintenance staff, as well as Nora's go-to resource for the
repair and refurbishment of the family's "Special Furnishings"
in the basement and various other rooms. The ginger
siblings remained in their guest bedrooms—which now became their
official bedrooms—and took full control of the workshop
near the garage. There was a gradual upgrade of the shop's
various workstations, and soon the Munro Sisters became a
regional handy-woman resource for the Nordberg's extensive
circle of friends and acquaintances.
Sam negotiated hard for free access to the Dungeon Maze, but was
only partially successful. She was granted
exploration privileges, but not a copy of the coveted
Golden Barrel-Key, and was allowed through the Not-So-Secret
Door only with a Nordberg Family Escort. That
meant "exploration" only happened with Sam naked, bound, gagged,
and with a blonde handler/tour-guide. It was the same deal
her big sister had with Gabby, but Sam considered it less than
ideal. On the other hand, Danica considered it entirely
ideal... except on those occasions when both Sam and herself
were naked, bound, and gagged and Gabby was the
Kimiko continued her education of the Munro Sisters, and Kenzy
and Sam's rigging skills expanded and improved at a steady rate.
Expansion and improvement was also visible with respect to the
gingers' total freckle density and distribution. In only a
matter of months their earlier freckle-free zones had faded into
all-over "freckle-tans." The Nordbergs and Kimiko were
quite pleased, but neither Kenzy nor Sam considered it a
particularly big deal.
Danica's series of oil paintings, "Gingers in Bondage," was a
critical and popular success, meaning her canvases and prints of
restricted portraits of Sam and Kenzy sold at a steady
rate. Her artistic efforts continued.
And oh-by-the-way, Kenzy accepted the personal professional
challenge of sussing out what was wrong with the Incredibly
Overly-Complicated Rack down in the Incredibly
Overly-Complicated Rack Room. She repaired its broken
parts, restored it to full function, and even improved on the
design, hopefully ensuring its continued smooth (and diabolical)
So... what did the Incredibly Overly-Complicated Rack do, other
than stretch its "victim?" Let's just say it was decidedly
cruel and unusual, involved nipple-clamps and labial-clamps
attached to long wires, with a great deal of prolonged, slow
stretching... followed by relaxation of the wires... followed by
more prolonged, slow stretching. Kenzy was quite
proud of her engineering accomplishment, but as Gabby had been
Kenzy's test subject during the long, protracted process, the
usually dominant blonde was not.
And then there was the unspeakably terrifying
torture machine Sam and Danica discovered in one of the locked
chambers in the back of the Dungeon-Maze... but that's a story
for another day.
Perils of CONTRACTING