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Dawn led Kelly
across the Behr compound and into the trees. The rain was
beginning to slacken, but it was still enough to drench the naked,
bound and gagged prisoner in a matter of a few dozen paces. Kelly
shivered, but it was more in reaction to her delicious helplessness
than the wet weather. There was no wind to speak of and the rain
itself wasn't that cold. She shook her wet locks from her gagged
face as best she could, and trudged down the trail behind her "Sword
Maiden" captor. She didn't bother testing her bonds, knowing the
harness of wet ropes pinning her folded arms behind her back and her
arms to her sides wouldn't shift or slacken, no matter what she did.
Kelly watched Dawn break trail ahead of her. For the most part
all she could see was the back of her captor's dun-colored cloak and
the heels of her brown leather boots. The wool of the cloak was
either heavy in natural lanolin or had been treated,
as the water beaded and rolled off its hood and shoulders. They
trudged along in silence, Kelly's enforced by her gag. The only
were the crunch of Dawn's boots and Kelly's sandals in the leaf litter
and the regular splash of large drops dripping from the trees onto the
Kelly shivered again, this time from the wet warmth growing between her
legs. Except for the modern sports sandals on her feet, it was as
if she had stepped out of the twenty-first century and into some
fantastic medieval world. The trail they were
taking was unfamiliar, which only fueled the fantasy. Where
is she taking me? Kelly wondered. What is she going
to do to me?
The answer came almost immediately. The trail opened into a
clearing of uncut grass and wildflowers beside a small pond, but Kelly
didn't have time to enjoy the cattails or stream violets gracing the
banks, or the play of ripples on the pond's surface. Dawn dragged
her towards a side clearing and a set of heavy picnic furniture.
The trestle table was large, about four by eight, and the four
chairs were solidly constructed of naturally bent tree limbs. The
furniture was all dark and richly grained, and the rain beaded and
rolled off the smooth surfaces.
"That beaver pond I told you about," Dawn said, nodding over her
shoulder. "I'd throw you in, so you could take a
swim..." She turned and grinned at her helpless prisoner.
"...but you'd get all wet." Kelly's response was to roll
her eyes and shake her head, sending a shower of drops in all
directions. Dawn turned back towards the furniture. "This
set has been out here for nearly ten years," she announced.
"Would you believe it?" She tied the end of Kelly's leash
to the arm of one of the chairs then flipped a camouflaged tarp off an
old trunk and opened its lid. She extracted several large coils
of rope and tossed them on the table top, then
closed the lid and restored the tarp. "Whenever my leftover
shellac and stain jars start getting full, I come out here and give
everything a quick coat. I don't think I could reproduce this
Without further preamble, Dawn placed her hands around Kelly's waist
and lifted her up onto the table. Her rump on the smooth, wet,
cool wood, equidistant from either end, Kelly watched as her
captor shook out a coil of rope. A gentle hand on her shoulder
guided her onto her back and bound arms. "If you give me any
trouble, I'll cut a willow switch and give your boobs a nasty thrashing...
nodded, shivering with dread (delight) and
staring with horror (love) at her captor's grinning face.
Dawn lifted Kelly's right foot onto the surface of the table and began
wrapping rope around the ankle. Over the next several minutes she
bound her captive in place, pinning her on her back with her knees
bent, legs splayed, and her glistening sex at the very edge of the
table. She used an abundance of rope, banding
and lashing the helpless redhead's upper thighs, above and below her
knees, across her shoulders, and around her waist. Connecting
periodically knotted or hitched together, criss-crossed the table top,
looping the corners, passing around the table legs, and across Kelly's
dimpling her smooth wet skin. Everything was tight, symmetrical,
and redundant. Finally, Dawn lifted Kelly's head and shoulders
arranged the sole remaining coil of rope as a pillow, using her fingers
to comb her prisoner's drenched locks away from her face and fan them
across and off the far edge of the table.
Dawn took a step back and stood, her cape falling back around her
leather-clad body, her smiling face half-obscured in the shadow of the
cape's hood. Kelly lifted her head and locked eyes with her
captor. She forced a pathetic, whining plea past her
gag and struggled weakly in her bonds (for her lover's benefit, of
Just then they heard the drum of hard rain across the pond. Kelly
lifted her head further and could actually watch the front of the
approaching squall march across the churning surface of the water.
She whined again and squirmed in the implacable web of ropes
lashing her in place.
And then the torrent arrived. Dawn watched as
the huge drops danced on the smooth, hard surface of the table
and splashed down on her pinioned captive. The water beaded
and rolled off Kelly's pale, freckled skin as she struggled against
the ropes. Her eyes were tightly closed to protect them from the
downpour. Her nipples were rock hard and her skin flushed by the
wet, pelting attack. She lifted her head off her pillow of rope,
and her wet, fanned hair seemed to drag it back. Warm and dry in
the protection of her cape, Dawn waited for the squall to pass... and
savored her prisoner's plight.
After about a minute Dawn repositioned a chair close to the edge of the
table (and Kelly's prominently displayed crotch) and sat. The
squall had begun to slacken and Kelly opened
her eyes, blinking and shaking her head... then jerked
in her bonds when Dawn leaned forward and used her strong, warm fingers
to part the prisoner's labia. Dawn smiled (causing Kelly to
shiver with delight). "And now I'm going to welcome you home
properly," she announced, licked her lips with
her pink tongue, and leaned even closer.
Kelly clinched her eyes tightly closed again, arched her back as far as
her tight bonds would allow, and screamed into her sopping
Debbie was still
a bound prisoner: her wrists and hands mummified together behind her
back with duct tape, bands of tape pinning her arms to her sides above
and beyond her breasts, and more tape binding her knees and ankles.
She squirmed in her bonds in the middle of the living room
carpet, rolling from her stomach onto her side, trying to make herself
as comfortable as possible. Her oldest sister had taken over the
Evil Kidnapper duties from Dawn upon her return from shopping.
Dorey had been kind enough to remove Deb's
tape gag, and had untied the end of the Brave Damsel's ribbon-bound
braid from her formerly ribbon-bound big toes. However, being
a conscientious Despicable Villainess, she had left the ribbon-whipped
loop in the end of her baby sister's braid as a reminder that it could
be used as a convenient lashing point at any time. Debbie gave
her bound body a final half-hearted wiggle... and sighed.
Dorey reentered the room. She had a large chessboard in her arms,
using it as a tray to carry the box containing the chessmen and a
couple of cans of diet soda. "It's no use trying to escape,
Princess," she said as she set the board on the floor. "You're my
"You're no where near as good a gloater as Dawn," Debbie
muttered, an impudent smile on her upturned face. Both sisters
were dressed in jeans and sweatshirts: Debbie's faded denim blue and
pink, Dorey's tan and pale moss green.
Dorey popped the top on a soda, inserted a long straw, and carefully
set the can on the floor at Debbie's side of the board. "How
'bout this?" she inquired, cleared her throat, and struck a dramatic
pose. "You're mine to do with as I please, Princess!"
She then gave a cackling laugh and rubbed her hands together.
"Don't quit your day job," Debbie responded, perfectly deadpan.
"Zelda the witch is more frightening."
Dorey was busy setting up the board for a game. "You're probably
right," she sighed. The board and pieces had been
made by Dawn when she was a teenager. "White" was blonde oak,
and "black" was walnut. The joinery of the board was exquisite,
the squares tight and flush, surrounded by a richly grained border
of medium oak, and everything covered by clear, smooth, multiple coats
of varnish. The chessmen were elaborately turned, based on a
design Dawn had found in an art book. Dorey hid a white and a
black pawn behind her back, did a quick shuffle, and brought her fists
forward. Debbie leaned forward and tapped Dorey's right fist with
her chin. She opened the fist and revealed the white pawn.
Debbie took a delicate sip of soda while Dorey restored
the pawns to the board and then took a drink of her own. "What
do you suppose Dawn and Kelly are up to?" the oldest Behr purred.
Debbie settled back on her rump, carefully lifted a pawn with her feet,
using her big toes to grasp its fluted sides, and set
it back down. [1. P-K4.] "Yeah... big mystery.
Whatever could they be doing?"
Dorey laughed and made her move. [P-K4.] "Dawnie's so
lucky. Kelly's one in a million."
"Yeah," Debbie agreed, making her next move. "The least she could
do is share," she mumbled. [2. N-KB3.]
Dorey's reply was automatic. [N-QB3.] "You really are a
spoiled brat, Brat," she said, a kindly smile softening her words.
Debbie stared at the board... and sighed. "I'm sorry," she said,
and made her move. [3. B-QN5.] "You're right... I just wish
I had a Kelly to play with."
"You need to go into town more," Dorey suggested, reaching for one of
her pawns. [P-QR3.] "Or maybe invite one of your college
friends out for a visit. ...one of your close friends?"
Debbie grinned at her oldest sister. "You're as
much a hermit as I am," she noted. "We both need to get out
Dorey sighed. "Yeah."
"Yeah." Both sisters took a sip of soda, then Debbie affected her
best cajoling smile. "Uh... If I lose... would you use 'Hi-Ho
Silver' on me?"
Dorey took another drink, regarding her little sister
with a mildly disapproving (but indulgent) frown. "Correct
me if I'm wrong, but that's the pet name for your favorite egg
vibrator; the chrome plastic one?" Debbie nodded. "No
penetration," Dorey continued, "'cause that would be gross!"
Both sisters shuddered in delicate agreement. "I'll tape it
over your hoo-haw, tie you up on your bed so tight you can't
turn it on, and leave you 'til morning."
"Fresh batteries." Debbie demanded.
Dorey laughed. "If I can find any. And if
for one minute I think you're throwing this game... I'll tie you
to a post in the barn for the night, and 'Hi-Ho' stays in the drawer."
Debbie nodded gravely, leaned forward, and made her move, this time
using her mouth. [4. BxN.] "I always play to win," she
purred. "And if I win this time, 'Hi-Ho' gets to play
"I am so terrified," Dorey laughed; then leaned forward,
stared at the board, and considered her options.
Kelly could see
nothing but the tangled curtain of her own wet auburn locks. She
was draped across Dawn's left shoulder, tummy down, feet to the fore,
and head to the rear. After being released from the picnic table
(after several crashing orgasms), Dawn had bound her legs
together from ankles to thighs, using a crotch rope hitched to her arm
to anchor the added bondage. "Let's get out of this rain," she
suggested (somewhat belatedly, in Kelly's drenched and dripping
hoisted the prisoner onto her shoulder, and they were off.
The trail seemed to be climbing, but except for occasional glimpses of
leaf litter, tree roots, and a few shallow puddles, Kelly couldn't
follow their progress. Then they mounted a set of steps, she was
placed on her sandaled feet, and Kelly found herself home,
at the back door of her cottage.
Dawn unlocked the door (she had her own key, of course), carried Kelly
inside and set her back on her feet in the middle
of the kitchen. She hung her cloak and sword on hooks by the
door, then rummaged in the cabinets and drawers until she found Kelly's
cache of kitchen towels. The helpless redhead received a brisk
(and teasing) rubdown, including her tousled hair.
Soon the soft terrycloth had rendered her more or less dry,
her tangled hair, rope bonds, and gag were still somewhat damp.
was lifted onto the kitchen island's countertop, her borrowed sandals
removed, and her feet dried as well.
"Good enough," Dawn said, tossed the towel towards the
sink, and hoisted her captive back over her left shoulder.
Kelly could tell she was being carried towards her bedroom.
Thank god! she thought, looking forward to being tucked under the
warm covers of her bed. Instead, she was plunked on her bare feet
to balance precariously in her tight bonds near the bedroom door.
She shook her damp hair from her face, and found something new
had been added to her decor.
The something in question was at the foot of the bed. It was
large and rectangular, shrouded by a gold satin sheet, and topped with
a festive red bow. From the position and size, Kelly
surmised it was a hope chest, blanket press, bench, or something
of the sort.
Resplendent in her "Sword Maiden" costume of leather boots, pants,
jerkin, and homespun blouse, Dawn walked over to the bed and pointed at
the left front bedpost. "I've been busy while you
were gone," she explained. "I popped the cover of Deb's
self-bondage mechanism, gave it a thorough cleaning and oiling,
replaced the side brackets, and added teflon spacers. It won't
rack or bind anymore, no matter how hard you pull on the scissor clamp."
A dangerous (angelic) smile on her gloating face, she stepped forward
and grabbed Kelly's left nipple in a business-like pinch. "And if
you tie yourself to this bed ever again without using me or
one of my sisters as your knowing safety monitor..." She
squeezed her fingers until Kelly's eyes popped wide and she yelped
gag. "There's an old root cellar under a heavy trap door in our
barn with heavy oak timbers, stone walls, and a lot of
spiders. It also has a set of heavy iron chains
spiked to a timber in the back of a closet-sized alcove, and the alcove
has a door of heavy iron bars that locks with a genuine early
century English padlock." Dawn released her grip and Kelly
in her bonds. "If I even suspect you're doing unsafe
self-bondage... you'll spend a week down there; naked; on bread and
water; only a scratchy old horse blanket to keep you warm; manacled,
shackled, belted, and collared—and no nookie." Both Kelly's
nipples were hard and flushed, and the captive shuddered again as her
captor gave each a kittenish lick, first
the left... and then the right. "Of course, you're such a
slut..." Dawn gave the right nipple a playful tug with her teeth.
"Hmm... a week probably won't teach you anything. We better
make it a month. Okay?" She licked Kelly's left nipple,
one hand pressed the small of her back to pull her close, and the other
delicately rubbed the prisoner's rope-cleaved sex.
Oh god. I am a slut, Kelly agreed, writhing in her
bonds, squirming under her lover's delicate touch, reveling in
her helpless state. Then her eyes popped wide as her right nipple
"I asked you a question," Dawn purred. "One month?"
Kelly mewed through her gag and nodded frantically, then shivered with
delight as her nipple was gently caressed... and then released.
Dawn's massage of her sex continued, and despite her fatigue
Kelly could feel herself starting to respond... then Dawn's
hands were gone, and the frustrated captive whined in complaint.
Dawn walked to the shrouded object and placed her right hand on the
cover. "Here's what else has been keeping me busy," she
announced, and removed the sheet with one clean jerk.
through her gag. The object was a magnificent trunk. It was
hardwood and banded with black iron, had a slightly domed lid, and it
was beautiful. Dawn pulled a heavy key on a long golden
chain out from beneath her blouse. It had elaborate, asymmetrical
wards, and looked as much like an elegant pendant as a key.
She inserted it in the trunk's lock, gave it a turn, and opened
the lid. Kelly hopped forward on her bound feet and looked
The interior was thinly padded and lined with a loosely woven
"It's a box within a box," Dawn explained, running one
hand over the lining. "The trunk itself is oak. The joints
are all tongue and groove or dovetail, and glued with marine epoxy.
The banding is flush bolted, and there are a couple of hundred
tiny holes drilled for ventilation, all angled up and then down to keep
the interior light tight, of course. You can't even see them from
the outside, unless you turn it upside-down and know where to look."
Kelly gave her dubious look. "Oh, the system works, believe
me. I've used it before."
"The inner box is a frame of padding that slides right out," Dawn
continued. "It's a honeycomb of semi-rigid and soft foam, and the
lining is loosely woven so it can breath... or to be more precise, so
the contents can breath." She turned
and gave Kelly a smile that was deliciously evil. "I'm working on
other frames that will provide lashing points, grooves for stock and
pillory slats, attachment points for straps, etc. Each insert
will secure the contents in a different pose: hog-tie, ball-tie,
frog-tie, something Dorey calls 'the unhappy pretzel', etc."
Kelly shivered in her bonds. She knew what "the contents" of the
trunk would be. She was the contents.
"The locking mechanism has six bolt pins that secure the lid," Dawn
continued, "and the lock itself is a custom design manufactured by a
friend of mine in a little town outside of Victoria, B.C. It's
nearly impossible to pick; and it certainly is impossible to
pick... from the inside." She walked over, lifted Kelly, and set
her bound feet inside the trunk.
Kelly's heart was pounding (and her sex was embarrassingly wet).
Oh god! Dawn's strong hands forced
her to her knees, then onto her right side. The ropes binding
her legs tightened even further as her knees bent. The trunk
was just big enough for her to tuck her head against one corner and
curl into a fetal fold. Oh god!
Dawn smiled down at her prisoner and began unlacing her jerkin.
Captive and captor locked eyes as the jerkin was removed, then
her wrist bracers, then the blouse, then her boots, and finally her
leather pants. Nude, but for the key on its chain dangling
between her pert, full breasts and the narrow cloth of soft linen
girdling her loins, Dawn leaned forward into the trunk and untied
Kelly's gag. She tossed the cleaving cloth over her shoulder,
pulled the wad from Kelly's mouth, and tossed it away as well.
Then, one hand in
Kelly's still slightly damp hair, she pulled the redhead close and
her lips. The kiss lasted a very long time.
Finally, the kiss ended and Dawn stood erect, hands on
hips and smiling down at her bound prisoner.
Kelly squirmed in her tight bonds, her chin nearly touching her knees,
her body pressing into the padded confines of her prison as she twisted
and writhed. "You aren't really going to lock me in
this thing... are you?" Her tone was piteous (but there was a
betraying sparkle in her eyes).
Dawn nodded. "I'm going to take a nap in that comfortable bed
over there..." She nodded again, this time at Kelly's bed.
"And in a few hours I'll cook myself some supper. If you're
a good girl and don't make any noise, I'll cook some for you
too. Afterwards, we can share the bed and you can show
how much you've missed me these past two months." She
placed one hand on the lid and began to slowly pull it closed.
"But if you wake me before I'm ready, I'll have no choice but to
go home and sleep in my bed tonight... and you'll stay
where you are... until sometime late tomorrow."
The remaining opening was now a narrow slit. Kelly could see her
captors cruel (loving) eyes, and Dawn could see the glimmer of her
captive's upturned face. "I've wanted to make a box to keep you
in from the day we met," Dawn whispered.
Kelly shivered in her bonds. Her feet, rump, knees, shoulders,
and head were pressed into the soft but implacable padding of her
"box." She licked her lips. "I... I like my box," she
whispered back, reveling in her helpless plight.
"Hush," Dawn scolded her prisoner in a hoarse whisper.
"Good girls are quiet, remember?"
"I'll be good," Kelly whispered, but couldn't help making a soft,
pathetic whine as the lid thudded closed and she was plunged into
complete darkness. Oh god! The key turned in the
trunk's lock, the bolts slid into their housings with the whisper of
steel-on-steel... and all was still. Oh god!
Kelly wiggled in her bonds, savoring the feel of the crotch rope
sliding through her sex as she struggled. I'm pretty sure I
can ride that to climax, she decided, but can I do it and be a
'good girl'? She sighed and stretched as best she could in
the confines of her box. Why'd she have to take my gag
off? Sadist! Kelly sighed again and closed her eyes,
deciding to try for a nap of her own. She pictured Dawn sliding
perfect, athletic body between the crisp, clean sheets of her
settling her beautiful, angelic head on a soft pillow. Would she
toy with the key on its chain around her neck, the key to "Kelly's
Would her other hand slide under her loincloth? Would the
of her strong hand slide across the smooth, soft folds of her labia?
her fingers slide into the hot, wet tunnel of her sex?
Kelly bit her lip, stiffling an exaspirated sigh. A shiver
of horrific (delicious) frustration coursed through her naked, bound,
encased body. Sometimes it's very hard to be a good girl,
the helpless (happy) prisoner mused, and tried to sleep.
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