It was creepy,
both in terms of general atmosphere and physical activity.
The creepy atmospherics were provided by Peyton Frazier's Modern
Mansion and Kidnapper's Lair. The place was eerie, at
least at night. Granted, there was no moaning wind
stirring gauze-thin drapes that glowed in the moonlight and
fluttered like beckoning, hungry ghosts. All the drapes
were open, Modern, and opaque, and the window-walls were
well-built and anything but drafty. Also, because
of the minimalist decor, all the moon-shadows were linear,
geometrical, predictable, and nonthreatening, giving Heidi's
imagination very little to work with. That said, given the
Creepy-activity-wise, the culprit was Heidi
herself. Naked, box-tied, and ball-gagged, she silently
padded (creeped) down the darkened corridor, fully into her
impromptu exploration/rescue mission. She'd started out
tiptoeing, then realized that balancing on point on her toes was
pointless... not to mention tiring. Walking on the carpet
in her bare feet was virtually silent, as long as she didn't
slap her feet when she encountered stretches of hardwood floor
and refrained from bumping into things. Also, the more
distance she put between herself and Kassidy's bedroom and it's
barely open door, the lesser the odds she'd be able to wake up
her sadistic, reptile-eyed, rope-freak of a kidnapper if she tried.
Therefore... no problem... but she was creeping,
and was therefore creepy.
So... how to proceed? Silently opening every door Heidi
passed until she found Doc would take forever. She decided
to start by giving herself a better general understanding of the
mansion's floor plan. She assumed she was starting in the
"bedroom wing," but maybe she wasn't. Maybe it was the
"guest wing" or the "servants' wing". After all, Kassidy was
technically a servant. All crazy rich redheads
have resident kidnappers and prisoner handlers on their
payrolls, right? Heidi reasoned. And maybe the crazy
redhead in question had her very own wing and was keeping Doc
close. Also, assuming she could figure out which one it
was, if Doc's door was locked, rescue-wise it would be game
over; but at least she'd have a better idea of the layout.
And at some future date, if she could somehow lay her hands on a
key, she could try again. Tonight, if all she accomplished
was reconnaissance, at least it was something. Anyway,
assuming she didn't get lucky and stumble across Doc by sheer
chance, she'd search for a few hours... then return to Kassidy's
bedroom and sneak back into her bed. No problem.
Padding through the semi-darkness, Heidi carried out her
cautious reconnoitering and her mental map of the mansion slowly
improved. There was a humongous Great Room/Party Room,
assuming Peyton threw parties for her kidnapping friends... as
well as several smaller lounges or sitting rooms... followed by
what amounted to a home exercise complex. It included a
home gym with all the usual state-of-the-art, top-of-the-line
exercise machines, with all the bells and whistles. Next
was a tiled space with a shower, two massage tables, one of
which was a padded, fully adjustable massage chair, a
cedar door that practically screamed "I'm a sauna," and a
stainless steel tub, one of those Jacuzzi-type hydrotherapy
tanks. The adjacent room had a padded floor and lots of
open space. Heidi decided it was probably a yoga studio,
or possibly a martial arts dojo. There was a weight-bag in
one corner and a sparring dummy in another. The next room
Heidi had been grabbed from behind! And was being held in
a tight embrace by a naked woman! "Naughty girl,"
Kassidy's voice whispered in her right ear.
Big surprise, Heidi's captor was her recent bed-mate. She
squirmed in her bonds and tried to break Kassidy's hold, but to
no avail. She even tried lifting her right knee, then
kicking back with her right heel, but all that got her was a
trip (literally) to the floor, and she landed hard enough to
temporarily knock the air out of her lungs.
"You know what happens to naughty girls," Kassidy
purred as she tied Heidi's ankles together, "don't you,
Heidi had a very good idea, and was not happy.
Meanwhile, Kassidy had lifted Heidi to her still bare but now bound
feet and spun her around to face the way back to her distant
point of origin. She then grabbed the end of Heidi's braid
to use as a leash. "Off we go," Kassidy purred.
Heidi blinked in ball-gagged distress. She's gonna
make me hop?
"I said, hop-hop!" Kassidy confirmed.
Bitch! Heidi took a tentative hop, as
ordered. Kassidy hadn't tied her ankles too tightly
together, probably so Heidi could hop. She
sighed, then took a second hop... followed by a third. Smack!
Ow! Kassidy had slapped her on the rear. Bitch!
"I know you can do better than that, Sweetcakes," Kassidy
chuckled quietly. "Hop to it, as the saying goes. We
don't have all night."
Heidi rolled her eyes, then resumed hopping, this time at a more
rapid pace. Ow! she mentally complained with every
rope-encumbered jump. Truth be told, her ankles really
didn't hurt. It was the principle of the thing.
Hopping as a naked, bound, and ball-gagged prisoner was
humiliating... and tiring. Ow! Ow! Ow!
Finally, after an eternity of bunny-hopping (punctuated by the
occasional frog-leap, just for the novelty) they'd returned to
Kassidy's bedroom. The naked kidnapper opened the door,
Heidi hopped across the threshold, and her naked, bound, and
gagged "escape" was back where it started.
Without saying a word, Kassidy led her prisoner (meaning
encouraged more hopping) towards the chair laden with the
ominous pile of coiled hemp rope. She then forced Heidi to
the carpeted floor—"Mrrrf!"—selected a coil, released its
restraining hitch, and set to work.
When the proverbial smoke cleared, Heidi's bondage had been both
changed and considerably augmented.
Heidi was still box-tied, but now it was a reverse-prayer-box-tie!
Her hands were palm-to-palm and more-or-less between her
shoulder-blades! And Kassidy had tied her thumbs together
with stout cord, then looped more cord around her hands and
As for her legs, Heidi was sitting on her butt in a semi-lotus
with her ankles tied together and each thighs lashed to its
lower-leg in a stringent and elaborate frog-tie. In fact
point of fact, her legs were ladder-tied down their
entire lengths, from her ankles to her knees!
And as it that wasn't enough, Kassidy had looped rope behind
Heidi's neck and through her box-tie bonds, forced her
to lean forward into a severe crunch, then took out all
the slack and tied everything off in a macramé-like braid of
knots. She'd crafted a severe shrimp-tie, and the
punishing posture was enhanced by a taut crotch-rope that
cleaved Heidi's labia and butt-crack and linked the
box-tie-bonds behind her back to her crossed ankles in front!
Finally, for no other reason that total bitchiness,
Kassidy used more thin cord to bind Heidi's big toes and link
them by way of the ropes enforcing the crunch! That is,
she tied the cord around Heidi's right big toe, threaded the
cord through the nexus of ropes under Heidi's chin, then tied
the other end to her left big toe. And she pulled
out all slack before tying the final knots! The
toe-cords were as taut as the proverbial fiddle-strings, enough
to flex and more-or less immobilize her bare feet! Asshole-motherfucking-BITCH!
Heidi was unhappy.
And oh-by-the-way, while showing off her rigging skills, Kassidy
had kept up a nonstop educational monologue. That was why
Heidi now knew her predicament included techniques like the
"reverse-prayer-box-tie," "ladder-frog-tie," and
"shrimp-tie." The sadistic bitch also shared what she
claimed were the Japanese terms for the restrictive procedures
employed, but Heidi was too busy suffering to absorb
exotic/foreign vocabulary like katae kote, agura, and ebi
"I'm going to leave you like this 'til morning," Kassidy purred,
"because you were such a naughty girl, but if you make
any noise and wake me up, I'll hang you by your hair in the back
of the closet. The door is solid and more-or-less
soundproof, just so you know."
Heidi lifted her chin and stared silently at her
tormentor. Silence seemed like a prudent strategy, and she
was too distressed to glower or glare.
"Remember, Sweetcakes," Kassidy continued as she spun on her
heels, gracefully padded to the bed, and climbed between the
sheets, "this is all your fault. Good girls get to sleep
on comfy beds. Bad girls who wander around the
premises without permission sleep on the floor."
The lights clicked off and the bedroom was plunged into near
darkness. As before, the only light was from the pair of
blue-green nightlights near the baseboards on either side of the
Heidi was miserable... and suspected she'd become progressively
more miserable until she was released.
Preliminary attempts to squirm for comfort were not
promising. She decided that with considerable effort she might
be able to roll off her butt and onto her side, but that
might be even less "comfortable" than her current
Well, Doc, Heidi thought sadly, I tried. At
least for tonight, it's up to you.
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This was the
first time that Lori had slept with her wrists crossed and tied
behind her back, and she woke to find her shoulders throbbing
with a mild ache. Also, she didn't appreciate the steel
collar still clamped around her neck. It was
uncomfortable. However, despite the steel shackles joined
by their hobbling chain, her feet, ankles, and legs were
okay. Go figure. Anyway, her shoulders and neck were
sore and she felt only slightly rested.
Payton Frazier, her kidnapper, had been the first to rise, and
the naked redhead climbing from the bed had been what roused
Lori from her slumber. Without saying a word, Peyton had
stretched and yawned, then padded into the attached
bathroom. Lori sighed as she lay on her back and bound
wrists in the rumpled sheets and stared up at the ceiling.
The drapes formerly covering the window-wall were open and early
dawn light was flooding the space. Wet sounds emanated
from the bathroom, the sounds of her "hostess" relieving
herself, washing her face, etc. And then, water began
splashing in a steady torrent. Peyton was taking a shower.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Kassidy, Lori's other
kidnapper, entered. She was wearing black boots, blue
denim jeans, and a heather gray tank-top over what appeared to
be a black sports-bra. She grinned at Lori and the rumpled
"Good morning, Professor," Peyton's hired muscle and rope-expert
purred as she strolled to the bathroom, crossed the threshold,
and was gone. The shower was still running, but now Lori
could hear voices as well. The water abruptly
stopped. Peyton and Kassidy continued talking, but
quietly, and Lori couldn't make out what they were saying.
Seconds passed... then the drone of a hairdryer joined the
The hairdryer stopped... then Peyton and Kassidy trooped back
into the bedroom. Peyton continued on into the walk-in
closet, while Kassidy made a beeline for the bed... and Lori.
"Enough lazing around, sleepyhead," Kassidy chuckled, then
grabbed Lori and pulled her to her shackled feet.
"There's no need to be so inconsiderate," Lori
complained as she was dragged into the bathroom.
"Hey!" Kassidy had lifted the hem of Lori's sleeping gown
up and over her head, leaving the diaphanous fabric bunched and
tangled around her upper body and covering her frowning face,
then plunked her down on the commode. Her hands were still
crossed and bound behind her back, and the gauze-thin nightie
was still tightly clutched in Kassidy's left hand, giving the
evil kidnapper additional control. Lori glared up at her
handler through the thin white fabric.
"Well,' Kassidy demanded, "are you going to take a leak or not?"
Glowering with resentment, Lori didn't bother answering the
question. In point of fact, she did need to urinate... so
she did. It was necessary but humiliating. When she
was finished, Kassidy flushed the toilet... then lifted Lori to
her shackled feet. The majority of the nightie remained
clutched in Kassidy's fist, so Lori was still naked from the
shoulders down, and her handler was using the bunched garment to
drag her to the washbasin.
Lori watched with sullen resentment as Kassidy filled an acrylic
glass with water, then lowered the nightie enough to expose
Lori's angry face and pouting lips so she could drink.
Hydration had been something else on Lori's to-do-list, so she
did, in fact, drink, but Kassidy tipped the glass too quickly
(or maybe was purposely sloppy) and half the wet contents
dripped down her chin and splashed the gathered nightie.
Lori didn't complain... but she was scathingly resentful.
Next, still clutching the gathered nightie, Kassidy dragged Lori
from the bathroom and towards the closet... just in time for
Peyton to emerge and step to the side, out of their way.
She was now wearing sandals, another one of her seemingly
endless collection of attractive designer sundresses, and (Lori
assumed) underwear. The redhead was also smiling her usual
Lori locked eyes with Peyton as they passed. "Tell your
minion to—Mrrrmpfh!" Kassidy had stuffed a handful (or
rather a mouthful) of gauzy nightie into Lori's mouth, then
shoved her to the closet floor. Lori squirmed and sat up,
spat the silky fabric from her mouth, and watched as her nemesis
rummaged through what appeared to be a dirty clothes
hamper. "Please, I'll do as you say," Lori huffed.
"There's no need to—" Lori blinked in horror.
Kassidy had selected two pair of rumpled panties, shook them
out—all the while smiling her cold, evil smile—and was
approaching. "No! No! Don't you dare—MRRRF!"
Kassidy had stuffed the panties into Lori's mouth, just as she'd
feared she would! Then, one hand clamped over her
prisoner's mouth to keep them there, Kassidy dragged Lori to a
dresser drawer, pulled it open, and rummaged inside until she
found a long, narrow, summer-weight scarf of white silk.
She used it to wrap around Lori's lower face and head, twice,
cleaving her gaping mouth tightly enough to make her cheeks bulge,
then tied a knot at the nape of her neck.
"Mrrrpfh!" Lori was now quite adequately gagged. All
of her complaints, requests, and general remarks would now be
totally garbled and largely absorbed! "Nrrrmk!"
"I couldn't agree more," Kassidy chuckled. "Now, hold
Lori tugged on her bound wrists and blinked in distress, but
otherwise remained in position on the closet floor, not out of
obedience, but in shock. This early morning nightmare was
getting worse and worse! She watched as Kassidy produced a
coil of hemp rope from somewhere, released its retaining hitch,
prepared it for use, then pounced.
Despite her orders, Lori fought her handler as best she could,
but to no avail. When the proverbial dust settled...
things had changed, somewhat.
Lori was now naked. Kassidy had untied her wrists and
removed the nightie without ripping it to pieces (somehow)...
then used the rope to bind Lori in a tight box-tie.
As previously mentioned, Lori had struggled, but, apparently,
Kassidy was expert in the handling of naked academics.
Anyway, Lori was now totally nude, her ankles clamped in
hobbling shackles, her arms folded behind her back with a tight,
symmetrical web of doubled hemp strands pinning her arms to her
sides, yoking her shoulders, and binding her crossed wrists
against her mid spine. The steel collar was still clamped
around her neck, and she was gagged with a
And then, adding darkness to helplessness, Kassidy dropped some
sort of light-tight cloth bag over Lori's head and cinched its
drawstring tight around her iron-collared neck!
"Mrrrf!" She was then lifted to her bare, shackled feet
and hustled away. Fortunately, Lori found she could breath
through the nearly opaque fabric hood shrouding her head.
Lori's hobbling chain rattled as she stumbled along.
Wherever she was being taken... it soon became obvious it was
well beyond the confines of Peyton's bedroom.
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to coin a phrase... out of it. That is, she was just about
as miserable as she thought it was possible to be without
passing out. Kassidy had left her in her
rerverse-prayer-box-tie-frog-tie-shrimp-tied for hours!
...through the entire night! She could barely wiggle, much
less squirm, much less stretch and flex her stringently
but otherwise naked body to achieve some degree, any degree,
of comfort. The only thing she could "do" was drool around
her ball-gag and drip saliva onto her rope-cleaved crotch... and
that wasn't by choice.
Out of it. Miserable. Too miserable to sleep.
Not a happy camper. Not a satisfied
customer. Not likely to leave a tip.
At some point, somehow, Heidi must have succeeded in dozing off,
because she opened her eyes to discover early morning light
flooding the bedroom and Kassidy padding towards the bathroom,
still naked. Heidi closed her eyes again and listened to
the sound of her kidnapper—meaning her kidnapper and rope-torturer—taking
a shower, brushing her teeth, flushing the toilet...
whatever. Then, without so much as a gloating glance in
Heidi's direction, Kassidy padded from the bathroom and
disappeared into her walk-in closet. Then, after a brief
interval... Kassidy emerged wearing boots, blue-jeans, and a
gray tank-top. And then, still ignoring her naked
and hideously bound and gagged sleep-over-guest, the cold-eyed
psycho left the bedroom—Click!—locking the door behind
Heidi closed her eyes, again. Maybe she could get back to
sleep. It would be her only escape from her horrible
predicament, that was for sure.
Time passed in a miasma of discomfort... if not outright pain.
More time passed.
It was the bedroom door being unlocked. The portal swung
open and three people strode across the threshold. They
the psycho medieval documents collector. She was wearing
sandals, another pretty sundresses, and her usual goofy,
lopsided smile. Her ginger-red curls were loose about
her freckled shoulders.
gasped, focusing her irritating smile on Heidi. "You have
been a bad girl."
(2) Kassidy the reptile-eyed kidnapper, dressed as
before. She had a firm grip on...
(3) A naked woman with her ankles in shackles and her barefoot
steps hobbled by the connecting chains. Her arms were
folded behind her back with a network of ropes pinning her
upper arms to her torso and yoking her shoulders in a standard
box-tie, as opposed to Heidi's hideous reverse-prayer-box-tie
(courtesy of Kassidy). Whoever she was (and Heidi had an
excellent idea), her head was completely covered by a cloth
hood. It was Dr. Lori Ryder, of course, Heidi's beloved
Doc, but seeing Doc naked (or nearly naked) was a
quite recent occurrence, and Heidi had been trained not to
make snap judgements. She'd probably be able to confirm
her fellow naked prisoner's identity soon enough.
Heidi stared up at the grinning redhead in exhausted misery, not
bothering to force any sort of response past her ball-gag.
Meanwhile, Kassidy had loosened and jerked the hood from her
prisoner's (her other prisoner's) head.
Heidi heaved a tragic sigh. The naked, shackled, box-tied,
steel collared, and cleave-gagged newcomer was, indeed, her
Lori shook her gagged head, restoring a modicum of order to her
still slightly tousled blond pageboy, then focused on
Heidi. Her gorgeous blue eyes popped wide and she
forced a well-muffled scream through whatever was
stuffed in her mouth and held in place by her tight
cleave-gag. "Mrrrrf!" She tried lunging forward, but
Kassidy had a firm grip on the ring dangling from the front of
the steel collar and controlled her easily. Then, before
Lori could do more than voice an additional criticism of
Peyton's hospitality—"Mrrrmfh!"—Kassidy forced Lori to the
carpet directly in front of her suffering student.
Heidi watched as Kassidy pulled a double-ended steel snap-clip
from her jeans pocket and used it to attach the ring on the
front of Doc's collar to the center link of the hobbling chain
of her shackles. That left the naked professor in a
semi-lotus pose similar to Heidi's shrimp-tie predicament,
albeit less stringent and without the super-abundance of rope
binding virtually every part of Heidi's body. Doc had a lot
Peyton and her minion stood side by side with their arms folded
under their breasts and smiled down at their naked captives in
classic gloating fashion.
Heidi was still too frazzled and spent to do more than stare at
her major professor, but Lori was taking advantage of the
aforementioned wiggle-room to fight her bonds and squirm on the
carpet. Heidi noted the way Doc's breasts bobbed and shook
as she struggled... not that the dangling, fleshy gyrations were
either here nor there.
"Well, Dr. Ryder," Peyton purred, "I told you earlier that your
graduate student was hostage to your good behavior and
cooperation, but based on the events of last night, I have no
choice but to make it a reciprocal arrangement."
Both Heidi and Lori lifted their chins, as best they could, and
stared up at the smiling redhead.
"Heidi was very bad last night," Peyton
continued. "She tried to escape. I'm afraid I can't
have that. So... just to be clear... from now on,
Professor, you will both be punished when either one of
you misbehaves. We'll take today off from scholarly
pursuits so Kassidy can reinforce the lesson."
Heidi and Lori locked eyes and blinked in distress.
Meanwhile, Peyton and Kassidy turned and strolled towards the
"Toland of Consett has waited centuries for a scholar
of your reputation to appreciate his writings," Peyton called
back over her right shoulder, "so what's one more day?"
And with that, the nefarious pair made their exit—Click!—locking
the bedroom door behind them.
Professor Ryder and her student were alone, sitting in front of
each other in more-or-less the same uncomfortable pose, naked,
bound, and gagged.
Lori could tell Heidi was in a bad way, far worse than
herself. It seemed a safe bet the poor youngster had been
in her current predicament for quite some time, probably hours...
and there was nothing Lori could do to help her! "Mrrrf,"
she sobbed through her gag. Tears dripped down her flushed
and bulging cheeks... and were absorbed by the tight cloth of
Heidi knew she could also use a good cry, but instead, mustered
her remaining strength, gave her bonds the best wiggling test
she could manage, then winked at her major
professor. It was all she could think of to reassure and
comfort her beloved Doc.
Lori continued crying, but she was reassured... even if
she didn't know how she could show it. Lori was also
fiercely proud of her student. Heidi was strong,
so Lori would have to be strong as well... and not lose hope.
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Time marched on as machine cycle followed machine
It was approaching absolute certainty (94±5% and climbing) that
the "DiD Sisters" of the Lewis & Clark chapter of the ΔΙΔ
sorority were, indeed, planning another of their infamous,
nefarious, and highly entertaining "duct tape raids," and their
target would be the next meeting of the L&C Delvers'
Society, a student club dedicated to meeting on a regular basis
and wasting their valuable study time playing Advanced Dungeons
& Dragons. Most of them were female and all of them
were at least a little nerdy, so they were worthy targets of
ΔΙΔ's attention. That said, Sally knew there was no real
enmity involved. Making duct-tape mummies out of nerdy
undergrads was just an excuse to blow off steam. The same
went for mummifying hot cheerleaders, foxy athletes, and other
Lewis & Clark coteries of comely coeds. The DiD
Sisters were equal opportunity pranksters.
Anyway, Sally was pretty close to compiling a detailed report on
the upcoming raid (complete with video surveillance records of
incriminating planning sessions) and handing the file off to
Inspector Tori Ballantine of the Lewis & Clark Campus
Police. Tori would probably let the raid happen, then
swoop in and rescue the Delvers, apprehend the ΔΙΔs, let the
Sisters cool their heels in handcuffs in a basement holding cell
for a few hours, then let them off with a warning (another warning).
That was Tori's usual practice, anyway. If the Delvers
wanted to press charges, Tori would probably diffuse the
situation by reminding the AD&D enthusiasts that they'd
gained valuable experience being Damsels-(or Dudes)-in-Distress
that they could use concocting future gaming scenarios.
The Inspector had an excellent track record of "fostering good
Meanwhile, as usual, Sally was multi-tasking at a hectic pace,
keeping a proverbial eye on her ever growing and simultaneously
shrinking list of things-to-keep-a-proverbial-eye-on.
However... former item #629: a History graduate student who had
checked out an unusual number of valuable documents from the
Raffish Archives of the F.E. Campbell Library, had rocketed up
the list and was now item #3: the unexplained
absence/disappearance of a History graduate student and her
Neither Dr. Lori Ryder nor Heidi Haas, Ryder's Teaching
Assistant and the greedy library patron who had initially landed
herself on Sally's list, had shown up for work on Monday.
That is, Professor Ryder missed her lectures, her office hours,
a scheduled lunch at the faculty club with a fellow professor, and
a mandatory History department faculty meeting, and Ms.
Hass' was a no-show for all her Monday classes.
It wasn't like either of them. Their colleagues and
friends were trying to decide if they should become
concerned. The e-mail messages and phone calls were flying
fast and furious, but everything addressed to Dr. Ryder and
Heidi Haas was going unanswered. Also, neither visage had
pinged the campus surveillance system's facial recognition
software since the weekend. It was too soon to call the
pair "Missing," but Ryder and her protegé were growing ever more
conspicuous by their unexplained absence.
It was now Tuesday, morning classes were about to commence, and
there was still no sign of Ryder and/or Haas. Enough was
Sally dropped Item #3 from her list and upgraded the matter to
an "Informal Investigative Case File," devoting more of her
resources and following standard police protocols (except for
the wait-a-full-48-hours part). She was keeping a keen
omniscient eye out for both women, was monitoring their
communication accounts, and was combing through recent campus
and off-campus surveillance camera records, attempting to
reconstruct their recent movements.
It was probably nothing. Such things were usually nothing.
That said, it was exceeding unusual for a Professor of History
to blow off her responsibilities, her graduate student to skip
all her classes, and the two of them to go on an impromptu
shopping spree, an unannounced backpacking expedition, or a
romantic liaison at a secluded health spa.
Sally would keep an all-seeing eye on the situation until it was
resolved. She had plenty of 1's and 0's to squander on
tracking down Ryder & Haas... and she loved a good
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