|by Van ©2013
| Chapter 12
The next Friday, early evening, Rory's bedroom.
Rory's long, straight,
ginger hair was plaited in a single tight braid trailing down
her back and secured by an olive green ribbon. She pulled
down her panties and deposited them in her hamper. Now
completely naked, she turned and faced Clem and Gwen, gazing at
her fellow Rapscallions with a demure smile. The BFFs were
waiting by her bed. They were barefoot, but otherwise
fully clothed in jeans and t-shirts. A large cotton
shopping bag rested on the floor, next to the bed. Rory
didn't know exactly what the bag contained, but she had her
"Okay," Rory addressed Clem, "I'm ready to settle your stupid
side bet." She indicated Gwen with a slight nod.
"But why is she here?"
"To watch," Clem explained, "and to act as my beautiful
Gwen smiled and struck a theatrical pose. "Tah-dah!
My fishnets and sequined one-piece are at the cleaners."
Rory sighed, smiled, and rolled her eyes, amused by Gwen's
antics. How could she not be?
"Gloves," Clem said, holding out her right hand. Gwen
reached into the bag and produced a pair of milky green latex
gloves, which she slapped into her BFF's palm. Clem, in
turn, handed them to Rory. "Put them on."
Rory pulled on the gloves, smoothing the latex until they were
skintight, then watched as Gwen pulled a roll of decorative tape
from the bag and handed it to Clem. The tape was in pastel
shades of green—from olive to sage to emerald—and printed with
stylized shamrocks. As such things went, it looked to be
real duct tape, cloth or plastic fabric backed with a strong
adhesive. This impression was reinforced by the effort
required for Clem to pull about five inches from the roll.
"Flippers," Clem ordered.
Rory was still gazing at the tape. "Huh?"
"She's going to give you flippers," Gwen explained with a
"We did agree that anything goes," Clem reminded the naked
ginger. "Make your hands into flippers."
Rory sighed, again, then put the fingers and thumb of her right
hand together, in the style of a military salute—or a
flipper. She watched as Rory wrapped said hand from wrist
to fingertips in a neat, tight sheath of overlapping bands of
tape. Clem ripped the tape from the roll and smoothed the
free end. The "flipper" was now permanent and her fingers
utterly useless as escape aids. The underlying latex was
"Pretty tape," Rory said as Clem wrapped her left hand in
"I wanted her to buy 'Hello Kitty' tape," Gwen said, "but she
decided to go ethnic."
Rory's cheeks dimpled. "Always after me Lucky Charms," she
Gwen giggled, as usual, and Clem smiled and pointed to the
bag. "Next." Gwen reached into the bag, produced a
large coil of white cotton clothesline, and handed it to her
Over the next several minutes, Clem tied Rory's arms and tape
encased hands behind her back. She used the "ladder"
technique, anchoring the bondage with a harness that yoked
Rory's shoulders, pinned her upper arms to her sides, and passed
across her chest above her breasts. The ladder continued,
binding and pulling Rory's arms together with hitch after
interlaced hitch every few inches, all the way down to her
wrists. The bondage rolled Rory's shoulders back and was
nearly as stringent as one of Siri's butternut leather,
Rory tested Clem's handiwork, rolling her shoulders and twisting
her bound arms. It was the required courtesy struggle,
even thought she in no way believed her captor had finished
crafting her bondage statement.
"Where do you keep your Royal Gifts?" Gwen asked.
Rory stopped struggling and frowned. "Huh?"
"Your cute little green and butternut whiffle gag," Gwen
"And your pale green rabbit," Clem added.
"Oh." Rory blushed and nodded at her nightstand.
"Bottom drawer." She watched as Gwen opened the drawer in
question, handed the whiffle gag to Clem, and dropped the green,
rabbit-style vibrator into the shopping bag.
"Open wide," Clem ordered, and held the gag before Rory's lips.
"Woe is me," Rory sighed, and followed her Dastardly Kidnapper's
Clem buckled the strap at the nape of Rory's neck, under her
braid, then picked up the still somewhat full bag and headed for
the bedroom door. Gwen followed. The BFFs paused in
the doorway, smiling at the bound, gagged, naked, and mildly
confused Rory. "Coming?" Clem asked.
Rory gazed at her neatly made bed, then at Clem and Gwen.
She'd expected to be rendered even more helpless, then lashed to
said bed; but apparently Clem had other plans. Rory
shrugged, as best her bonds would allow, and padded to the door.
squirmed on her bed. She was naked, her long, blond hair
was plaited in a single braid secured with a pale blue ribbon,
and she was tied up. Specifically, her hands were
individually encased in tight sheathes of sky blue duct tape
decorated with yellow daisies, white cotton clothesline lashed
her arms behind her back from shoulders to wrists, and her legs
were lashed together from thighs to ankles. The technique
used was a series of running hitches that dimpled her flesh
every few inches, something Siri believed was called a
"ladder-tie." The arm ladder was anchored with a simple
chest harness and the leg ladder with a waist-encircling
loop. Her bonds were stringent, but Siri wasn't tied
down. She was "free" to squirm and flop around on the
mattress, and to at least try and flex her legs.
Rolling off the bed and hopping around the bedroom was possible,
but would be precarious at best.
Oh by the way, J-Lou's gifts, her pale blue and tan whiffle gag
and pale blue rabbit vibrator, were plugging her mouth and
incorporated in the leg ladder, respectively. The
vibrator's cartoon rabbit clit-stimulator was turned and tucked
between her upper thighs and the tip of the phallic main shaft just
parted and penetrated her labia, nudging her clitoris.
There was no way she'd be able to dislodge or even shift the
position of the insidious (meaning delightful) device.
Clem had done the deed, expertly rigging Siri's condition while
her twerp of a girlfriend watched. Princess Four Eye's
final words before exiting the bedroom were an admonition to
"wait here," and the promise that she "wasn't done." And
with that, the BFFs left with Gwen giggling like the fool she so
often pretended to be and Clem with a smug smile. That had
been at least a half hour ago, and all Siri could do was
wait... and squirm... and fume. The least Sally could do
was use the rabbit to "torture" her via Wi-Fi, but so far the
house avatar hadn't even bothered to chime in with her usual
teasing, gloating remarks. I guess I am being tortured,
Siri mused, tortured with neglect.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Clem and Gwen
returned. "Mrrf?" And with them came Rory—a naked,
ball-gagged, and tied up Rory!
"We're back," Gwen announced, unnecessarily.
"On the bed," Clem ordered. "Stretch out next to
Stretch." The instructions were for Rory, of course, and
the captive ginger complied.
Without prompting, Gwen pulled a large coil of clothesline from
the same shopping bag that had held the rope currently binding
Siri, released the hitch securing the coil, and handed the rope
to Clem. The Evil Princess then proceeded to bind Rory's
legs together, using the same ladder technique she'd used on
Siri. Also as with Siri, Rory's mint green rabbit vibrator
was incorporated in the leg ladder. After several minutes
of slithering rope and tightening hitches, Clem tied a final
knot and Siri and Rory were sisters in bondage, bound and gagged
mirror images on Siri's bed.
Siri gazed into her girlfriend's green eyes, and the ginger
beauty gazed back. For an instant, Siri thought Sally had
finally decided to test the vibrator lashed between her legs,
but then she realized it was just a thrill of arousal—and dare
she even think it—a surge of love.
"Okay," Clem said as she pulled yet another coil of rope from
the now seriously depleted bag, "I need your help." She
was addressing Gwen, of course. Rory and Siri weren't in a
position to help anybody do anything.
"If I have to," Gwen sighed.
Over the next several minutes the BFFs positioned Rory and Siri
together until they were face to face, boob to boob, tummy to
tummy, thigh to thigh, and knee to knee, then tied them
together. Bands of rope tightened around their bodies and
were periodically interlaced with their existing bonds.
And speaking of boobs, theirs were now squashed together and
would remain that way until they were released from their
bondage. Also, their rabbit vibrators touched along much
of their length. This was probably going to be an
Siri was furious that Clem had decided to include forced
intimacy in the settling of the side bet—absolutely furious!
Okay, their predicament was hot, and she wasn't really
angry, but Siri's default role in such situations was Feisty
Damsel, and outrage was the appropriate response.
"Mrrrf!" Rory appeared to be going with amused
resignation, but Siri was furious!
"Go get the thing," Clem said to Gwen.
Gwen was gazing at the weakly squirming captives. "Huh?"
"The thing," Clem reiterated.
"Oh, the thing." Gwen turned and hurried out the
Clem was also smiling down at her prisoners. "Don't worry,
she'll be right back." She reached into her hip pocket and
produced a pair of sneaker laces. One was bright blue and
the other emerald green. She then proceeded to bind Siri's
big toes together with the blue lace... and Rory's with the
Siri and Rory watched Clem bind their toes. Actually, Siri
stared daggers and Rory smiled, her green eyes sparkling above
"Because they're there," Clem said, answering the unasked
question. She gave the soles of Siri's feet a few strokes
with her right index finger as she finished, eliciting an angry
complaint in response.
Just then, Gwen returned with a bundle of... something. It
was obviously the infamous "thing."
Working in concert, the BFFs unrolled what was revealed to be a
rectangular net of thin bungee cords hemmed on all four sides
with stout, braided nylon strapping that was festooned with
narrow dangling straps with snap-buckles.
"It's a cargo net for the back of a pickup truck," Clem
explained. "It'll let you guys roll around on the bed
without the danger of falling on the floor."
Clem and Gwen draped the net over the bed and its helpless
occupants, then worked their way around the periphery of the
bed, looping the straps through the side rails of the bed frame
and snapping the buckles closed.
"I still think you should have tied them the other way, face to
smelly feet," Gwen said, "with ring gags and their toes jammed
in each other's mouths."
Clem sighed, shook her head, and favored her giggling girlfriend
with an even stare. "Way to give them ideas," she
Gwen's eyes widened. "Oh." She smiled at Siri and
Rory. "Never mind."
The deployment process had reached the prisoner's heads and
shoulders. Clem leaned low over the bed, released Rory and
Siri's gags, then re-secured the buckles on the straps' first
holes. Clem and Gwen then secured the remaining net straps
and worked their way back down the bed, pulling any remaining
slack from the tie-down straps. The elastic lattice was
now stretched completely across Siri and Rory's squirming, bound
forms and the blond and ginger would remain on the bed for the
The captives spit the balls from their mouths, licked their
lips, and worked their jaws. "I'm going to get you for
this!" Siri promised. Obviously, she was addressing Clem.
"Bye," Clem said, smiling and waving as she strolled towards the
"Pleasant struggling," Gwen added, then followed her girlfriend.
The door closed and the captives were alone.
"Why do you suppose the Princess removed our gags?" Siri
muttered. Their gags weren't actually removed, of course,
but dangled around their necks like decidedly ugly costume
Rory's answer was a dimpled smile and a long, deep kiss planted
on her fellow prisoner's lips, with tongue.
After several seconds of lip smacking and tongue sliding, Siri
came up for air. "Talk about your stupid questions," she
chided herself, and the kiss resumed.
After several more seconds, Rory broke contact. "Clem's
very sweet to let us suck face like this," she sighed.
"In an unspeakably cruel and sadistic way," Siri muttered.
The kiss resumed, again.
"Ahem." The interruption was Sally's disembodied
voice. "So... you girls have decided to retire for the
evening. Let's play a game, shall we?"
"Eeeek!" Both prisoners had yelped and flinched in their
bonds, simultaneously. The rabbits were vibrating!
"Sally!" Rory complained.
"Bitch!" Siri accused.
"Inside voices, ladies," Sally purred. The rabbits were
alternating between low and medium power, between the shaft and
rabbit motors, and between the individual vibrators
The captives shivered, squirmed, and gasped. The feeling
was indescribable, fueled by the proximity of their
helpless bodies and their inescapable bondage.
"The name of the game is... Let's Cum Together," Sally
purred. "And that's cum with a 'U' and not an 'O' as in
orgasm. But there will be orgasms."
"Sally, please," Rory gasped.
"I love it when they beg," Sally said with a throaty chuckle.
Siri's response was less articulate. "Eyaaaaah!" The
modulated buzzing continued, as did much mutual wiggling,
gasping, and panting.
"You'll be allowed to rest between orgasms," Sally reassured the
captives, "so you can suck face, but I doubt if you'll be
getting much sleep tonight."
"I-I'll g-get you for this," Siri gasped through clenched teeth.
"What are you gonna do?" Rory demanded, "go to the basement and
tickle the USB ports on the smart house server panel?"
"I'll take it out on Four Eyes and the twerp," Siri vowed.
Rory shivered in her bonds. "Yeah, I bet they're not
"Less talk and more squirming," Sally ordered. "I'm trying
to calibrate my biometric algorithms. You think it's easy
juggling two vibrators and two damsels?
Modeling the orbital dynamics of the moons of Jupiter is
Pinned to the bed under a taut net of elastic cords, helpless in
their tight rope bonds, Siri and Rory did, in fact,
squirm. For the moment, they were managing to remain
silent and were resting their heads on each others shoulders.
The lights in the bedroom dimmed and the vibrators continued
buzzing. The intensity of the multivariate stimulation
slowly—ever so slowly—rose in crescendo towards the captives'
first shared orgasm of the evening..
basement of Tori's Townhouse, at roughly the same time.
Tori clicked the final
padlock closed and her wrist and ankle cuffs were now locked
together. She was now fully committed to her
neoprene-lined leather strap and locking steel buckle
combination frog-tie/hogtie restraint system. The naked
blond was kneeling on the concrete floor with her thighs
strapped to her ankles. The body harness anchored "Vorpal
Bunny," her stainless steel, rubber gel coated, Wi-Fi
controlled, rabbit-style vibrator, in her pussy. Her upper
arms were pinned to her sides and her boobs were squashed by the
broad, tight strap threaded through a loop in the back of the
harness. And finally, the posture collar padlocked around
her throat was, in turn, padlocked to the eight-foot chain
locked to one of the basement's steel support columns. It
was self-bondage business as usual for Tori, with two
(1) The gag of Tori's system, with its rubber plug,
leather panel, and lockable straps, was not in her
mouth. The two tiny padlocks required to secure the
straps' buckles were open and next to the gag on the floor.
(2) Tori had an audience! J-Lou Goodwin was sitting
on a folding step stool wearing black knee boots, a charcoal
gray wool skirt, a dark burgundy sweater, and her usual dimpled
smile. Her long, silky brown tresses were loose about her
"That's it?" J-Lou asked.
Tori shrugged, as best as her bonds would allow. "Yeah."
"I see," J-Lou purred, then directed her gaze to Tori's
timer. "Ingenious, and I'm particularly impressed by the
steel 'straws' you employ to keep the fishing line from tangling
when the ice melts and the keys fall."
"Uh, thanks," Tori muttered.
Still smiling, J-Lou left the stool, strolled to Tori's side,
and settled to the floor, her knees together and legs folded to
one side. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your
trusting me like this. You're very brave to do this for
Tori blushed. "You wanted to see my system in action, so
here it is. No big deal."
J-Lou picked up Tori's gag and turned it in her hands.
"Yes... your system." She directed her smile to
Tori. "You know... if this was one of those dreadful
self-bondage stories on the internet, this would be the moment
when the damsel is 'discovered' by her roommate or next door
neighbor and her self-bondage becomes... bondage."
Silence stretched for several seconds. Both J-Lou and Tori
were smiling, but Tori's smile was slightly nervous... maybe.
Finally, J-Lou broke the silence. "So very brave."
She continued examining the gag. "I know you like to play
with Cynthia, Kim, and certain other professors. It's a
mutual game in which you're usually the top."
"Was finding Little Mouse tied up in her basement last Sunday
your first clue?" Tori purred.
"Actually, no," J-Lou countered. "The topic came up during
my initial interview for the RA position. Cynthia and Kim
didn't go into detail, of course."
"Of course," Tori agreed.
"I also know you like to 'test' yourself," J-Lou
continued. "Self-bondage isn't a simple thing, is
it? I'm speaking psychologically, of course."
"I get it. And no, it's not," Tori agreed. "Nor is
the line between top and bottom. Power relationships
between friends playing games are seldom entirely one way."
J-Lou's smile widened. "Yes, a couple usually settle into
roles, but more than one 'mistress' has found herself bound and
gagged with her 'slave' having turned the tables, however
briefly." She lifted the gag and held it before Tori's
lips. Her intent was clear.
Tori gazed at the gag... then at J-Lou... then opened her mouth.
J-Lou gently thrust the egg-shaped rubber plug into Tori's
mouth, buckled the main strap and crisscrossing chinstrap at the
nape of her neck, under her hair, then secured the buckles with
the padlocks. She planted a kiss on the blond's
forehead. "As I told you, I appreciate your trust.
It is a priceless gift I will never betray. That
said..." She climbed to her feet, walked to the folding
stool, and carried it to the area under the timer.
Tori watched as J-Lou climbed onto the stool and unclipped the
keyring from the timer. The little Brit then reached into
the pocket in her skirt and produced a brass bell, a small
cowbell with an attached clip. She smiled at Tori and gave
the bell a shake. It rang with a musical clang. She
then clipped the bell to the timer in place of the keyring,
climbed down, folded the stool and leaned it against the wall
several feet to one side, then strolled back to Tori.
J-Lou knelt and used the appropriate key to unlock the broad
strap squashing Tori's boobs. She then unbuckled the
strap, pulled the strap free of the harness, and tossed it
away. "Don't use that thing again," she ordered.
Tori couldn't help but smile, despite the circumstances.
The smile was almost exclusively limited to her blue eyes, of
course, but she was smiling. The little pixie was
giving her orders, and she was adorable.
"Sally," J-Lou said, "please have SIAS deliver a pair of narrow
straps that will frame and reveal Tori's breasts, or possibly a
bra of some sort with open cups. But it has to be suitable
"How about a cage bra?" Sally's disembodied voice suggested, "a
pair of wire half-globes that can be adjusted to squeeze the
entire breast, with clamps for the nipples?"
"Let's not get carried away," J-Lou purred, "but if you want to
send over something in addition to the straps, I won't
object. Remember, everything must be suitable for
"Got it," Sally responded, "and I'll ensure everything is a
"Thank you." J-Lou lifted the keyring and gave it a
shake. "I'm keeping these, of course. I brought my
iPad and have some reading to do." She nodded at the
ceiling. "I'll be upstairs, and you don't mind if I sleep
in your bed tonight, do you?" She stood, pocketed the
keys, leaned close, and kissed Tori's forehead, again.
Tori watched as J-Lou strolled towards the basement stairs.
J-Lou turned and smiled. "When the bell drops and rings,
that will signal the end of your self-bondage, and the beginning
of your time as my prisoner." She started up the
stairs. "Sally, count to forty-two trillion and she's all
The door closed and Tori was alone, not counting Sally.
She heaved a gagged sigh, then leaned to the right and carefully
eased herself to the floor. Her nipples and breasts were
now pressed against the cool concrete instead of being squashed
under the broad strap J-Lou had removed, but her knees were
"Don't worry," Sally said. "J-Lou and I talked about it,
and the next time she's over, she's perfectly willing to let you
practice your rigging skills on her. Won't that be great?"
Tori squirmed in her bonds and rolled her eyes.
"By the way," Sally continued, "Miss Goodwin likes rope.
Well, 'likes' might not be correct. Let's just say J-Lou
has something of a fascination with rope. Anyway,
along with Her Majesty's strap and boob-cage bra delivery I'll
include enough conditioned jute for you to show her the true
meaning of the word hogtie. And I'm talking about a heels
in palms, hair tied to toes, chin raised, back arched, and
balancing on one's tummy hogtie. J-Lou 'hates' such
Tori yelped through her gag and flinched in her bonds.
Vorpal Bunny had started buzzing.
"It doesn't take me very long to count to forty-two trillion,"
Sally purred. "Also, the bra I'll be sending over will be
one-size-fits-all, or more precisely, one-size-squeezes-all.
I'm sure J-Lou won't mind if you mix things up a little and use
rope and a leather and steel boob constrictor."
Tori squirmed in her bondage. She had a lot to think
about. She truly didn't know why she'd agreed to
demonstrate her self-bondage gear for J-Lou, or why she wasn't
upset the little Brit had absconded with the keys to her
freedom. And it wasn't like this was a first date or
anything. That was for sure.
The problem was, at the moment Tori couldn't think about much of
anything. She could barely form a coherent thought.
Vorpal Bunny was buzzing away and what would no doubt be the
first of many orgasms was fast approaching.
back at Rook House...
Clem was in bed, reading her
iPad, dressed in her usual pajamas of tank-top and panties, and
reclined on her back on pillows piled against the
headboard. An English major's reading is never done.
"You've been staring at the same page for the last seven
minutes," Sally's disembodied voice stated.
"Who asked you?" Clem huffed.
"I just thought you might like to know Miss Percy has finished her
reading for the evening," Sally continued, "and is currently
relaxing in bed, watching the Aurora and Sigrid Suck Face
show on television."
Clem smiled. "Those two are still at it?"
"Indeed," Sally purred. "I'm attempting to exhaust them
with repeated multiple orgasms, but their stamina is
"Indeed," Clem agreed.
"Anyway," Sally continued, "do you really think you want to read
Thomas Hardy in a state of erotic distraction?"
"I'm not sure I want to read Jude the Obscure in the
state of Washington," Clem sighed, "or anywhere else, for that
matter." She bookmarked her page, turned off the iPad and
placed it on her nightstand, then climbed off the bed and pulled
on her robe. "Homework is homework."
"And in other tautologies, boinking is boinking."
Clem smiled as she stepped into her slippers and adjusted her
glasses. "She's really ready for bed?"
"Most certainly," Sally replied, "in the sense of being horny,
rather than being ready to sleep."
Clem left her room and walked down the hall to Gwen's
bedroom. She placed her hand on the doorknob, adjusted her
glasses, again, then opened the door.
Gwen was indeed on her bed, as Sally had said. In fact,
she was exactly as Clem had left her more than an hour
earlier. To be precise, the redhead was naked and gagged
with her white leather and pink rubber whiffle gag gift from the
Queen of the Damsels. Her hands were mummified,
flipper-fashion, in decorative duct tape printed in pastel
colors on the Disney Princess theme, and her upper body was
bound in an elaborate box-tie using pink, quarter-inch nylon
rope. As usual, Clem had demonstrated her rigging
expertise. Gwen's bonds were tight without impeding her
circulation and were manifestly inescapable. In
counterpoint, Gwen's legs were unbound... except for the narrow
pink ribbon binding her big toes together. It wouldn't do
for Clem to allow her girlfriend to wander around her
bedroom. That sort of thing just isn't done.
Gwen favored Clem with her best gagged pout, blinking her big
blue eyes and tossing her head to shake her long, tousled red
curls from her sad, tragic face.
"Oh, the heart melts," Clem chuckled as she strolled to the
bed. She sat on the mattress, locked eyes with her BFF,
reached out, and gave Gwen's breasts a gentle squeeze. The
redhead closed her eyes and delicately shivered in
response. Clem turned her girlfriend's head, parted her
hair, unbuckled her gag, eased it from her lips, and tossed it
aside. She then drew her captive into a long, deep kiss.
After several seconds, Clem broke contact and nodded over her
shoulder at the HDTV across the bedroom. "You can really
read on that thing?"
At the moment the TV in question was showing Siri and Rory under
the taut net of bungee cords; naked, bound, and making
out. It was unclear whether or not the rabbit vibrators
lashed to their thighs and nudging their pussies were active,
but it was abundantly clear they were having a good time.
"It works," Gwen sighed. "Sally can adjust the font size
and contrast so it's just like a giant printed page, or rather,
part of a printed page, enough to comfortably read.
It's easy, even from the bed, and even if you've been tied up
and gagged by a Hideous Hag with eyeglasses. I don't know
how, but Sally can tell when you want her to turn the page."
Clem smiled. "So, from now on you can do all your
reading bound and gagged."
Gwen smiled in return. "I think it would also work with
strap-on prescription goggles, so..."
"Watch it," Clem warned, "or we'll see if you can read an iPad
while hogtied in a box."
"Remember Dr. Pappas' warning," Gwen countered. "If our
'hobby' starts interfering with our studies, she'll lower the
"What's she gonna do?" Clem scoffed, "lock us in Siri's big cage
with our iPads and not let us out 'til we finish our reading?"
"An excellent idea!" Sally's voice stated. "I'll add it to
the agenda of the next Rook House Faculty Advisers meeting."
"Don't you dare!" Clem and Gwen said in unison, then laughed.
"Go away, Sally," Clem chuckled.
"Well," Sally huffed. "I know when I'm not welcome.
Vocal interface off!"
Clem and Gwen gazed into each others eyes.
"We have to get some sleep," Clem said. "I have a
paper to write this weekend."
Gwen smiled one of her dimpled smiles. "I wonder if Sally
could take your dictation if you were hogtied in a box."
"Shut up," Clem chuckled, then stood, removed her robe, kicked
off her slippers, and peeled off her tank-top and panties.
Gwen watched this process with obvious interest. "Okay, some
sleep," she agreed.
Clem sat back down on the bed. "Some sleep."
She reclined beside her BFF, pulled her into a decidedly
onesided embrace, and the kiss resumed.
After something like half a minute, Gwen turned her head and
broke the lip lock. "When is J-Lou getting back from her
date? Assuming it is a date. Sally won't
"Who cares?" Clem purred, then slid her right hand down Gwen's
side, between her thighs, caressed her labia, then slid her
fingertips between to tease her clitoris.
Gwen shivered in her bonds. "Just wondering," she sighed.
"Well, stop it," Clem muttered, and the kiss continued.
All four Rapscallions did, in fact, manage to get some sleep
that night. In addition, they remained solidly on track to
not let their "hobby" interfere with their schoolwork
and to finish the quarter with top grades. Also, Sally was
managing to collect a great deal of invaluable biometric data.
Life at Rook House continued.
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