One would be
forgiven for assuming that Robin and Leda might find the next
morning to be emotionally awkward. After all, they weren't
in the habit of sharing the same bed—and they were—Robin's
bed. The BFFs had never demonstrated even the slightest
inkling of romantic interest in each other. And yet...
here that were. How could waking up together in Robin's
bed not be awkward? As it turns out... it
wasn't. Go figure.
It was physically awkward for Leda, of course, as she
woke with her ankles still cuffed together and her wrists still
padlocked in bracelet-cuffs, but she was much more used
to such things than Robin, more so than her BFF suspected.
On the plus side, Leda was still dressed in her customary
sleeping costume: panties-and-tank-top PJ's, so Robin wouldn't
be embarrassed by full nudity (not that she was a prude or
anything). Also, the pretty steel bracelets Leda had
borrowed from work were in front, as opposed to behind her back,
so she was only semi-encumbered. On the minus side, the
standard police-type handcuffs binding her ankles only had a
couple of connecting links. Any steps Leda might feel
tempted to attempt would be severely hobbled, decidedly awkward,
and probably painful. Best to wait for her "captor" to
The captor in question, Robin, was still wearing her
half-unbuttoned white cotton blouse with its long sleeves rolled
up, and nothing else. At least, that's what Leda assumed
was the case. It was Robin's habit to sleep with her
bedroom window's mini-blinds and opaque drapes completely
closed. At night that meant total darkness, but now Leda
could just make out the ghost of the window's outline with her
dark-adapted eyes, and very little else. The sun was
rising... or at least making an attempt. If, in fact, dawn
was breaking and it was therefore time to wake up (which Leda's
internal clock insisted it was) there were no other visual
clues. She couldn't see the face of Robin's alarm clock,
which had a non-glowing, LED display, anyway. The
prisoner-of-the-bed heaved a tiny sigh and stared into the near
"You awake?" Robin's voice inquired.
Leda smiled. "No, I'm asleep. Why?"
"Just curious," Robin answered.
Leda felt the bed move... then the reading lamp clicked on.
"Jeez, blind me why don't you?" Leda complained, clenching her
eyes tightly closed against the sudden light.
"Big baby," Robin chided as she lifted the dog-tag chain with
the padlock and handcuff chain over her head and used the
appropriate key to unlock the handcuffs from around Leda's
Leda opened one eye and watched Robin drop the chain back over
her head, free her hair, then spin on her bare feet and pad
towards the bedroom door, taking the keys with her. Leda
tugged on her bracelet-cuffs (Jordan's bracelet-cuffs, actually)
and a thrill rippled between her legs. This was for three
(1) Robin looked very sexy in her rumpled blouse and tousled
hair—sort of like a diminutive Sophia Loren—or maybe a tiny and
uncharacteristically brunette Doris Day. Leda liked the
old romantic screwball comedies from the 50's and 60's, even
though Robin found them dated.
(2) Obviously, Robin wasn't ready for their
help-I'm-a-helpless-prisoner research to end, as evidenced by
the steel hoops still solidly padlocked around Leda's wrists.
(3) Robin looked very sexy in her rumpled blouse and tousled
Leda had romantic feelings for her longtime BFF? It would
seem their bondage experiments (ostensibly to help Robin with
research for her next novel) had tipped the balance of their
relationship from solidly platonic to
maybe-just-a-teeny-tiny-bit erotic? Go figure. I'll
have to think about this, Leda mused as she climbed to her
bare feet. Maneuvering Robin into becoming my
bondage playmate is daunting enough, Leda thought as she
used her cuffed hands to straighten her hair. Do I
want to shoot for girlfriend? I'm pretty sure
that would be hubris.
"Are you coming?" Robin's voice called from the hallway.
Leda was already padding towards the bedroom door. "Keep
your socks on!" she shouted back, even though neither of them
were wearing socks. She has cute feet, Leda noted
as she crossed the threshold. The feet in question,
Robin's, were just disappearing into the bathroom, along with
the rest of her BFF. Leda followed, and entered the
bathroom to find Robin sitting on the commode. She favored
her blouse-clad BFF with a coy smile and toyed with her tousled
hair with her bracelet-cuffed hands. "I take it you no
longer consider privacy that much of an issue?"
Robin finished tinkling, flushed the bowl, and stood. "Not
for me," she purred.
Leda watched as Robin brushed her teeth, then turned to the
commode. Well... in that case. She pulled
down her panties with her cuffed hands, sat down, and emptied
her bladder. By the time she'd finished, flushed, and was
struggling to pull up her panties with one hand, Robin took her
by the arm and led her to the washbasin. "Hey!" Her
panties were still at half-mast and she'd nearly stumbled on the
resulting panties-hobble. "That was rude. Glub!"
An infuriating (and adorable) smile on her face, Robin was
busily brushing Leda's teeth for her.
Leda let it happen, then spit in the sink, accepted a mouthful
of water from the plastic cup in her roomie's helpful hand, then
swished and spit in the sink, again. "I should have spit
in your ugly face," she huffed. She didn't mean it (of
course), and knew Robin knew she didn't mean it.
"Payback is fair play," Robin chuckled as she lifted Leda's
tank-top over her head.
"It's also a bitch," Leda muttered as she lifted her arms to be
"You need a shower," Robin said. "You stink."
"I do not!" Leda objected, but Robin was using the key dangling
around her neck to unlock the padlock securing the
bracelet-cuffs, so she smiled. Her smile faded, however,
when Robin finished freeing the tank-top from her arms and
hands, and then, despite the "encumbrance" of the half-hoisted
panties tangled around Leda's knees, spun her around and locked
the padlock, once again, restoring the incarcerating integrity
of the bracelet-cuffs, only now with Leda's hands behind her
"I just realized I've totally neglected the reverse aspect of my
research," Robin explained as she pulled the hobbling panties
down to Leda's ankles.
"What it's like to be the one taking care of a helpless
prisoner?" Leda inquired as she stepped free of her panties.
"Exactly." Robin turned on the bathtub, making sure the
shower curtain was properly arranged to keep the rest of the
bathroom dry, and turned on the shower. "In you go," she
ordered once the streaming water was up to temperature.
Leda gracefully stepped over the tub wall and under the
water. Robin closed the curtain behind her and Leda slowly
turned under the hot torrent, getting herself completely
wet. Then, the curtain parted and Robin joined her!
Her captor/BFF had removed her blouse, of course, so now they
were both naked.
The plastic mat under their bare feet more-or-less eliminated
the possibility of slipping, but the tub was standard size and
relatively close quarters for two. The BFFs had no choice
but to huddle intimately close as Robin executed a
pirouette and soaked herself.
Leda watched with a lopsided grin as Robin turned off the
shower, squirted a dab of bodywash onto a washcloth, then began
soaping and scrubbing her body... meaning Leda's
body. Leda closed her eyes as her captor scrubbed her
face... ears... neck... breasts... back... armpits... arms...
breasts... tummy... thighs... crotch... breasts... legs...
ankles... feet... and finally, her breasts. She also used
the soapy washcloth to delicately dab at the stainless steel
dumbbell posts piercing Leda's nipples. Delicacy was in no
way necessary—the piercings were fully healed and had been for
several months—but Robin was careful, anyway, frowning in
concentration and using feathery, fastidious swipes. Leda
thought it was kinda cute, borderline adorable.
Covered with glistening suds from head to toe, Leda watched as
Robin soaped and scrubbed her own body in the same manner...
only without the blatantly redundant breast-washing.
Quarters were close, so the occasional gentle brushing or
bumping together of hips and butts or the harmless nudging of
Leda's tummy and breasts by Robin's elbows and hands was
And then, it was time to rinse off. Robin turned on the
water, then rotated under the stream and used her hands to strip
the soap from her body. Leda watched, still grinning her
lopsided grin. And then, Robin (also smiling) took Leda by
the waist and turned her body under the water.
Since Leda's wrists were cuffed behind her back, Robin had no
choice but to rub her hands over her BFF's wet,
slippery body to make sure all the soap abandoned Leda's smooth,
firm body and swirled down the drain.
Hygienic mission accomplished, Robin turned off the water,
opened the shower curtain, reached for a towel, then dried her
body, including her hair.
Leda watched... and dripped... and awaited her turn. Being
her BFF's helpless prisoner, Robin would have to do the honors.
Robin smiled and watched as Leda smiled and watched her.
She dried her hair, then wrapped the towel around her long,
brown curls and gave herself the traditional towel turban.
Robin then reached for a second towel and did, indeed, dry her
captive's wet skin... and her hair... and gave her a towel
turban of her own.
Breakfast was next, after a preliminary side trip to Robin's
bedroom for Leda's captor to get dressed. Naked, her
wrists bracelet-cuffed behind her back, and her damp hair in a
terrycloth turban, Leda watched as Robin donned panties, bra,
khaki cargo shorts, and a salmon-pink French t-shirt. She
considered a display of the Righteous Indignation appropriate of
a Long Suffering Martyr, but decided to keep mum. Robin
probably wanted her to whine and complain. She'd
Robin led her naked captive directly to the kitchen, plunked her
in a chair, and prepared coffee, sliced fruit, and bowls of
Muselix and 2% milk. Grinning like a fool (in Leda's
affectionate opinion) her Cruel Captor fed her prisoner her fair
share of the meal, sip-by-sip, slice-by-slice, and
"The least you could do is bitch and moan," Robin muttered as
she shoveled the last of the Muselix into Leda's smug mouth.
Leda chewed and swallowed. "You'd like that, wouldn't
you?" she chuckled.
"Quiet," Robin huffed as she lifted Leda from her chair, spun
her around, and unlocked her bracelet-cuffs; however, she didn't
release her BFF completely.
Leda turned back around to find that both bracelet-cuffs
were now locked around her right wrist. She was wearing a
padlocked double bracelet. "Very funny," she huffed.
"I suppose you think this is..."
"The word you're looking for is 'hilarious,'" Robin purred as
she gathered the dirty dishes and carried them to the sink.
Leda sighed and turned her wrist, staring at her new
jewelry. "And I suppose you intend to keep the key."
"Of course," Robin confirmed.
"Jordan will be pissed," she muttered, still examining her
wrist. "She'll want her cuffs back." That wasn't
strictly true. Jordan had the second key (somewhere) and
would probably be amused by Robin's use of her bracelet-cuffs to
impose involuntary jewelry on her BFF. Leda continued her
examination. Truth be told, the cuffs weren't totally
unattractive, but the brass padlock would have to go. Perhaps
a cute little heart-shaped lock? That would work.
"She'll do all sorts of cruel and unusual things to me," Leda
"Jordan," Leda confirmed. She bit her lower lip and
fluttered her eyelashes in her best wounded pout. "Please
don't throw me under the bus, Bestie! She'll be mean
to me! Please—please-please-please!"
"Go get dressed," Robin chuckled, returned to the sink, and
began washing the bowls, mugs, and spoons.
Leda smiled at her roomie's back, heaved a final theatrical
sigh, then padded for her bedroom. Obviously, maneuvering
Robin into becoming her girlfriend wasn't going to be as tricky
as she'd feared. It might even turn out to be easy, but
Leda decided she'd still have to take things slow. Maybe
she was mistaking naughty tomfoolery on Robin's part for
romantic overtures. She had to be sure. If Leda
botched this (whatever it turned out to be) she might break both
| Chapter 3
left her office and made her way through through the hustle and
bustle of Archer Metal's main floor, nodding, smiling, and
exchanging greetings with her employees as she went, pausing now
and then to admire their work (or offer subtle advice).
Heading for one of the "private" workshops in the back, she
passed the closed door of her own workshop and ignored a twinge
of guilt. Inside was a nearly finished, informal
commission for Jillian Foxwood that she was neglecting.
Specifically, it was a head-enclosing iron mask for the
oubliette under the Foxwood Bed & Breakfast's "Stone
Tower." The cruel, claustrophobic encasement was nearly
complete, but when business was good (like now), administration
took the lion's share of Cody's time. There was no
deadline for the mask's completion, but Cody still felt guilty
(just a little). She resolved to start staying late until
she finished the evil device.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: For more about Jillian,
read my various Tales of the Foxwood B&B.]
Cody reached her ultimate goal, Jordan Price's workshop, and
opened the door without knocking. Nobody ever knocked at
Archer Metals, least of all Cody Archer, the "Big Kahuna."
Jordan smiled, waved, and shouted "Hey, Cody!" then returned to
making flow adjustments to the fan blowing air through her
"Hey, Jordan!" Cody shouted back.
Both Jordan and her boss were dressed in boots, jeans, and
tank-tops. This time of year it was more-or less the
Archer Metals uniform. The exception, of course, was
Cody's secretary and bookkeeper, Leda Brewer, who worked in
"pretty dresses," year round, adding a wool or fleece sweater on
cooler days. Everyone at Archer Metals enjoyed watching
Leda bounce around in her seemingly endless collection of
skirts, blouses, frocks, and wrap-dresses, doing her defiant and
bubbly best to singlehandedly balance the otherwise
unisex/masculine attire of her fellow employees.
And speaking of Leda, she was also present and was wearing her other
work uniform, the one she wore when she'd been "recruited"
to help one of the resident artists/metal-workers model and/or
test one of their custom "interactive sculptures." That
is, except for a few of Jordan's latest creations, Leda was
The creations in question were a wide, thick, heavy steel
posture-collar padlocked around Leda's neck, a pair of heavy
manacles locked around her wrists, and a similar pair of
shackles locked around her ankles. She was up on her toes
with her hands behind her back in a reverse-prayer, and the
manacles were attached to the back of the collar by three links
of chain. Also, the collar was clipped to a long vertical
chain that traveled up to a pulley set in the ceiling, stretched
across the workshop to a second pulley, then down to a
hand-cranked winch set in the far wall. It was the length
of the collar chain that was keeping Leda up on her toes.
Cody smiled and shook her head in mock disgust as she strolled
close to her naked, helpless bookkeeper. She locked eyes
with Leda and heaved a sigh. "Neglecting your duties again,
I see," she purred.
Leda's defense of her supposed neglect was decidedly
inarticulate and unconvincing. "Mrrrpfh!" Someone
(Jordan) had been inconsiderate enough to stuff Leda's very
pretty baby-blue, pink, and white striped panties in her mouth
and make sure they stayed there by using a narrowly folded red
shop-cloth to give her a tight cleave-gag.
Thankfully, the shop-cloth was new and therefore clean, not
counting the saliva soaking the folded fabric where it passed
through Leda's grimacing mouth.
Cody shook her head, spun on her booted heels, and strolled
across the shop to the winch. She released the ratchet
locking the drum, played out just enough chain for
Leda's heels to touch the shop floor, then restored the ratchet
and strolled towards Jordan. "I just got off the phone
with your mother," Cody said once she was close to Jordan.
She pitched her voice just loud enough to be heard
above the forge, but with insufficient volume to carry across
the shop to Leda's no doubt eager but frustrated ears.
Jordan had just pulled a red-hot bar of steel from the
forge. She examined its color, then thrust it back into
the coals. "She said she was gonna call you," Jordan
chuckled. "I think they're both crazy."
"And by 'they' you mean..."
Jordan grinned. "My darling mother, and..." She
nodded towards Leda. "...the Swan. I don't even know
the roommate. What's her name?"
"Robin," Cody answered. "I met her at the last Christmas
party. She seemed nice enough. Also, cute as a bug
and about as big."
"Like her roommate," Jordan chuckled.
Both Jordan and her boss were smiling and gazing across the
workshop at Leda, who was obviously very interested in
whatever they were saying. Unfortunately, she couldn't
hear anything. Dammit!
"Your mother can handle it," Cody said. "She handles you
"Hah," Jordan snorted. "I know... but the idea's still
Cody nodded. "Totally bonkers. What's your point?"
Jordan rolled her eyes. "I got work to do."
"So do I," Cody chuckled, then nodded at Leda. "One more
Jordan's smile turned coy. "I promised her 'til close of
business. She was a cheeky little thing for
dragging my mother into such a harebrained scheme."
"One hour," Cody reiterated. "You kidnapped her before she
could process the afternoon mail. It's sitting in her
"One hour," Jordan agreed, then turned to the forge to check the
progress of the bar she was heating.
Smiling sweetly (ominously) Cody strolled to her naked, bound,
and gagged bookkeeper.
Leda watched her boss approach with gagged trepidation, then her
eyes popped wide—"Mrrrf!"—when Cody cupped her pussy with her
right hand. Leda danced on her toes and squirmed as Cody's
index slid between her labia and caressed her clitoris.
"Just as I suspected," Cody chuckled. "I don't mind that
you so obviously enjoy helping my artists test their
work," she continued. Her caress of some of Leda's
favorite nerve endings also continued. "But I pay
you to process paperwork, not play damsel-in-distress. Ten
points from Gryffindor."
Leda tugged on her inescapable bonds as Cody left Jordan's
workshop, closing the door behind her. Everyone at Archer
Metals were Harry Potter fans, and the
ten-points-to-or-from-Gryffindor thing was something of a shop
meme. Also, last Halloween Leda had worn a slutty Hogwarts
schoolgirl uniform (in Gryffindor colors) to work, so... it was
a fair cop.
Cody's visit over, Leda returned to watching Jordan work, having
few other options. She also continued mentally planning exactly
how she was going to sell her genius plan to Robin when she
got home from work.
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Robin heaved a
gagged sigh. She hadn't had to give her BFF a foot massage
to get her to continue her what-it's-like-to-be-a-prisoner
research program. Upon arriving home from work, Leda
announced in no uncertain terms that the experiments would continue.
Also, she had something to discuss with Robin, but it could wait
'til after dinner.
Leda then changed into her pajamas (panties, tank-top, and robe)
and prepared the dinner in question: pork loin roast and
veggies. Robin remained in the panties, jeans, and
tank-top she'd worn all day. Once the meal was ready (and,
apparently, just for the sake of novelty), both roomies fed
themselves. Neither of them was tied to her chair or
cuffed and dependent on the other. Go figure. They
also shared the post-dinner cleanup.
And then, Leda decreed that Robin should get ready for bed immediately,
then meet her in her bedroom. It was an unmistakable
"My bedroom?" Robin inquired with a dimpled grin, "or your bedroom?"
"Your bedroom," Leda clarified, then pointed to the
Still smiling, Robin padded into the bathroom and conducted her
evening toilette. It was a little early, but not by
much. She made her way to her bedroom to find Leda
waiting. Ominously, several coils of Leda's white cotton
clothesline collection were waiting on the neatly made bed.
"From now on, we're going to do this right," Leda
announced. "As your captor or kidnapper or villainess or
whatever, I'm gonna use long established nefarious logic and
accepted despicable procedures for keeping prisoners helpless
and under control. Strip!"
Robin smirked and cocked a skeptical eyebrow. "Say what?"
"Strip," Leda reiterated. "Being naked has a profound
psychological impact on a prisoner's mind, making her easier to
control and less likely to try and escape. Everybody knows
"You just want to take revenge for me making you share the
shower this morning," Robin purred.
"Nonsense!" Leda huffed. "Conserving water is our civic
duty as upright citizens." She pointed an imperious finger
at her BFF. "Do it."
Robin continued smiling at her roomie and would-be captor.
This is weird, she mused. Not totally
weird, just... weird. Robin and Leda had been
friends a long time, and neither one of them was a prude, but
neither BFF had ever exhibited romantic interest in the
other. Robin was absolutely sure that was true for herself
and for Leda as well. The nakedness in the shower that
morning had been a hilarious prank... unless Robin had missed
something... which she didn't think she had. Okay,
Robin decided, let her have her fun. It's another
hilarious prank. Tit for tat. Robin would be
a good sport and play along.
Robin watched as Leda watched her soon-to-be-prisoner unbutton,
unzip, and pull down her jeans... peel down and step free of her
panties... then pull her tank-top over her head. Still
smiling her patented devilishly-cute-dimpled-smile, Robin placed
her hands on her hips.
Leda continued staring for several seconds... then cleared her
throat—"Hrrumpf"—selected a long coil of white rope, released
the retaining hitch, doubled it, found its center, and nodded at
Robin. "Turn around."
Robin executed a graceful pirouette. Her high school dance
teacher would be proud (and scandalized).
All business (and carefully ignoring her BFF's firm, dimpled
butt and smooth back), Leda dropped a doubled loop of rope over
Robin's head and shoulders and snugged it tight, pinning Robin's
upper arms against her torso. The horizontal pair of
strands passed just above Robin's breasts, and Leda followed
with a second tight pair, this time just below Robin's
"I promised I'd show you a countermeasure against the ol'
shifting-the-hands-from-back-to-front trick," Leda purred, then
looped a doubled strand of rope through Robin's armpits and
behind her head, yoking her shoulders. "This is one of my
favorites." She passed the remaining rope up and under the
strands at the nape of Robin's neck, down to the nexus of ropes
below her shoulder blades, pulled out all the slack, and tied a
Robin winced when the ropes tightened. "I can see
how this would make it more difficult, but—"
"I'm not finished," Leda interrupted. She readied a second
coil of rope, lifted Robin's arms and folded them together
against the small of her back, then began wrapping doubled
strands around her forearms. Soon, Robin's wrists were
lashed to their opposite elbows, and everywhere in
between. The final knots were looped through the nexus of
the chest-harness ropes, then up to the shoulder-yoke at the
nape of her neck. It was there that Leda tied the final
Robin squirmed and twisted at the waist. "Okay, granted,
this makes it impossible to—"
"Hey!" Leda barked. "It's very rude to interrupt the
villainess in mid-bondage. Wait for the 'Big Gloating
Scene.' Show a little class."
"Sorry," Robin chuckled, then turned and watched as her
roomie/captor prepared a third coil of cotton rope for
use. "You're not done?" she demanded, then lifted her
right foot. "Oh, my feet, right?"
"Hush," Leda chuckled, spun Robin around, looped the center of
the coil around her rope-wrapped forearms, then took a doubled
hitch around Robin's waist, pulled it tight, and tied a knot at
the small of her back. She then spun Robin back around,
reached between her legs for the free ends of the rope, looped
it under the front center of the waist rope, just below Robin's
navel, and pulled out all the slack. The twin
strands of cotton clothesline snapped taut, cleaving Robin's
butt-cheeks and her labia!
"Leda!" Robin whined. She also blushed. Her cheeks
(the ones on her face) were crimson.
"I said, hush," Leda said quietly. "This is so the
ropes can't shift upwards when you start struggling." She
tied another knot, then looped the free ends up and under the
the horizontal ropes above and below Robin's breasts, pulled out
even more slack, and tied a final knot. The
breast-ropes now formed an "X," squeezing Robin's boobs, and all
the doubled strands were very tight, tight enough to
dimple Robin's flesh.
"Sadist!" Robin accused.
"Don't be insulting," Leda giggled. "If I was a sadist,
I'd have tied a few figure-eight knots in the
crotch-rope." She then led her prisoner to the bed and
helped her recline. That is, she gave her a shove.
Robin landed on the mattress and bounced, including her
rope-framed breasts, fluttering hair, and her body in
Smiling a truly infuriating and overtly gloating smile, Leda
readied a fourth coil of rope for use, pulled Robin's
feet together, and tied her legs together, just above her knees.
"I still think you're a sadist," Robin huffed. She wasn't
smiling, but she wasn't really upset (and she knew Leda
knew she wasn't upset). Robin was still recovering from
the intimate shock of the crotch rope—which was still there,
and not going anywhere else, except to slide up and down
whenever she moved—but she wasn't upset.
Leda smiled but said nothing. She expended two more coils
of rope, using one to lash Robin's legs together below her
knees, and the other to lash together her ankles.
Robin took that as her cue to give her bonds a thorough
test. She wiggled, squirmed, and rolled on her formerly
neatly made bed. All she succeeded in doing was
making a mess of her bedspread and top sheet. As for
freeing herself... it was a hopeless task. She stopped her
futile struggles, shook her tousled hair from her face, and
favored her grinning captor with an expression of polite
disdain. "You're good at this," she conceded. It
wasn't much of a concession. Obviously, when it came to
tying up writers so they could conduct perfectly reasonable and
not at all kinky research, Leda was good.
"Thank you," Leda grinned, then shrugged out her robe (leaving
just her panties and tank-top) and climbed onto the bed next to
"What are you doing?" Robin demanded as her captor first pulled
down the bedclothes, then pulled them up to cover both of their
semi-naked bodies. (Robin was semi-naked because of Leda's
expertly rigged ropes, and Leda was semi-naked because of her
panties and tank-top.)
"I'm making sure you don't escape during the night," Leda
explained. "And no screaming for help or I'll gag you."
"With what?" Robin demanded.
"I've got two pair of dirty panties within easy reach," Leda
purred, "yours and mine. Also, the sash from my robe would
make an excellent cleave-gag."
Robin heaved a sigh. "Points taken," she muttered.
"Goodnight," Leda wished her captive, planted a quick kiss on
Robin's pouting lips, then reached out and turned off the
bedside lamp, plunging the bedroom into total darkness.
"Goodnight," Robin wished her captor in return.
"Oh," Leda said, "I almost forgot that thing I was gonna tell
Robin frowned into the darkness. "What thing?"
"You know how next month I'd spending a week at Jordan's mom's
house to help her paint her garden shed?"
Robin smiled. This wouldn't be the first time Leda had
taken a week's vacation to visit the Price ranch, or farm, or
whatever they called the place. Leda was a sweetie to help
Jordan help her mom whenever something needed doing. Robin
had met neither Jordan nor the mom in question, but if Leda was
willing to spend time helping them, they had to be nice
people. Anyway, yes, she knew about the scheduled painting
vacation. "I remember," Robin said. "So what?"
"You're coming too," Leda announced.
"I have writing to do, remember?" Robin objected.
"One," Leda said, "you can bring your laptop with you and write
all you want. And two, you're my helpless prisoner and
have no choice."
"Oh, I see," Robin chuckled. "You're going to keep me tied
up and gagged until it's time for your vacation boondoggle in
the country, then pop me in the trunk and drive me out there as
"Only if you make me," Leda purred. "I've already told
Miriam you're coming. She's cleaning her extra guestroom."
"Jordan's mom," Leda explained. "You'll love Miriam."
Robin stared into the darkness for a few seconds before
answering. "Well... it's not like I have much choice," she
"Exactly," Leda said, then turned on her side, away from
Robin. "Go to sleep."
"Yes ma'am," Robin purred, closing her eyes. A week in
the country won't be that much of an imposition,
she thought. It'll be fun.
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