by Van ©2015
| Chapter 6
weekend duty at the library, Hayden had Monday off. She
rose at her usual time, showered and dressed, then joined
Sharon, the Hobbits, and Chloe in the kitchen. The
denizens of Tauton House didn't always have a chance to eat
breakfast together, but today it happened. The meal over,
Hayden sipped her coffee as Chloe and Dorothy prepared to leave
for work. Hayden had noticed the Hobbits traded smug and
self-satisfied smiles as they ate, while Chloe had been
uncharacteristically grim. There was no teasing or open
hostility—the exchanges were more of an impression than anything
else—but Hayden could tell something was up. Sharon had
been and was her usual smiling, maternal self.
Chloe grimaced as she donned her leather jacket, causing Salt
& Pepper to exchange another smile.
Hayden frowned. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Chloe answered, rolling her shoulders and arching
her back in a careful stretch. "I overdid it a little with
the yoga, yesterday afternoon."
"Yeah," Dorothy said as she pulled on her jacket, "the yoga."
"Yoga," Andrea agreed, and the Hobbits shared a subdued version
of their trademark giggling fit.
"What?" Hayden asked.
"Nothing dear," Sharon said with a reassuring smile. "I'm
sure Chloe will be fine. Nothing a nice sauna won't
fix. It's not the first time a yoga session has gotten a
little out of hand around here, and I'm sure it won't be the
"I can almost guarantee it," Chloe said, favoring the still
giggling Hobbits with a grim stare. This served to dampen
the girls' amusement, but only a little. Chloe shifted her
focus to Hayden and smiled. "I'm fine."
"I'll make sure the sauna's ready when you get home," Hayden
promised, then carried the dirty plates and tableware to the
Sharon and her tenants exchanged their final goodbyes with the
departing Chloe and Dorothy, Hayden and Andrea continued
cleaning up after the meal, and Sharon refilled her coffee mug
and strolled towards the back door.
"I'll be on the porch," Sharon announced. "Also, I'll be
going out later to meet some friends for lunch, then do a little
"Shopping?" Hayden responded. "Do you need any help?"
"No, dear," Sharon smiled. "Enjoy your day off." And
with that, the Mistress of Tauton left the kitchen. Hayden
and Andrea could see her through the window, sipping her coffee
and enjoying the garden.
Hayden finished with her share of the cleanup, rinsed her hands,
then smiled at Andrea. "Uh, Sharon said I should ask you
about the advanced version of the game."
Andrea was also finished. "AD&D?" she inquired as she
rinsed her hands.
Hayden nodded. "Apparently, the deck of cards and the rest
of the die are used to generate 'scenarios' of some kind?"
"They are," Andrea confirmed. "Tell ya what, I'm gonna
write for a couple of hours, but after Sharon leaves, meet me in
the backyard for some sunbathing and I'll fill you in."
Hayden blinked in surprise. "Sunbathing?"
"Yeah," Andrea giggled, "sunbathing. Lounging around naked
and working on your tan? Sunbathing." She looked
Hayden up and down from head to toe. "I think we have a
bottle of 'SPF-why-bother' around here someplace."
Hayden's smile returned. "In the first place, I freckle, I
don't tan. In the second place, my skin isn't that
sensitive. And in the third place—"
"You should use sunscreen, nonetheless," Andrea interrupted.
"Of course," Hayden agreed. "I have a bottle of Bullfrog in my toiletries bag... I think."
"It's settled, then," Andrea said with a grin as she headed for
the door to the parlor. "See you at ten o'clock or after
Sharon leaves, whichever comes first."
"Uh, okay," Hayden sighed as Andrea departed. Only then
did she realize that she'd been railroaded. Her lips
curled in a chagrined smile. "Little scamp," she muttered
under her breath, then turned on the dishwasher.
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Andrea were lying on their backs in the backyard, side by side
on beach towels. They were naked, except for sunglasses
and the layer of sunscreen glistening on their skins.
Andrea was already well-tanned, of course, but Hayden was
decidedly pale. Both sunbathers lacked discernible tan
lines. This was not only a matter of the difference in
their natural skin tones, but also thanks to Andreas experience
with sun-worship and Hayden's lack thereof. Hayden's red
hair was pulled back in a ponytail enforced by a fabric-covered
elastic and Andrea's blond locks were treated in a similar
fashion, only she'd used a narrow, sky-blue hair ribbon.
Actually, Hayden did have tan lines, or more accurately, freckle
lines. Her arms, face, chest, and feet were somewhat
dappled, but her torso and most of her thighs were a fair,
pinkish-white. It wasn't that Hayden never went outdoors,
she ran regularly, and had been known to go birdwatching at the
nearest wildlife refuge, but she was always careful to wear a
hat and generally protect herself from the sun—but not today.
"So," Hayden sighed, as she considered Andrea's lecture on the
basics of Advanced Dungeons and Damsels, "the cards are used to
randomly select a page in the 'Great Book of Scenarios,' and
rolls of the dice, as specified on each particular page, fill in
the details. High rolls generally mean more rope, more
extreme positions, longer languishing time, etc."
"Exactly." Andrea sat up and crossed her legs, then
reached for her can of Diet Cherry 7 Up® and took a drink.
Her gaze hidden behind her dark sunglasses, she savored the view
of Hayden's pale breasts and pink nipples. She'd already
seen them in the sauna, but they were a pleasant sight
glistening in the sun, as now. The same went for the
redhead's flat, sculpted tummy, firm thighs, and auburn pubic
bush. Chloe might have the edge in the athleticism
department, but Hayden was no slouch, not by a long shot.
The librarian was in quite good shape, and was very easy
on the eyes. Andrea took another sip as Hayden rolled over
onto her stomach and rested her head on her crossed arms,
allowing Andrea to enjoy the sight of her strong back, dimpled
buttocks, and smooth, firm thighs.
"Tell me again about the suits," Hayden said.
"The card suits?" Andrea asked, then set the half-empty can
"Yeah," Hayden answered. "Tell me more about the
Andrea stretched, then lay back down and rolled onto her
stomach, mirroring Hayden's pose. "To review... spades
means a 'Horror' scenario, clubs means 'Crime Drama,' diamonds
means 'Fantasy or Sci-Fi,' and hearts means, "Fun."
"Fun," Hayden muttered. "That's the one I don't
"Ever read any of the Sweet Gwendoline stories by John
Willie?" Andrea inquired.
"Uh... I don't think so," Hayden answered.
"You're in for a treat," Andrea giggled. "I'll loan you my
copy, also my Franco Saudelli comics. Anyhoo... 'Fun'
means, uh, bondage romp."
"Bondage for fun," Andrea explained. "Pure, unadulterated,
Hayden was dubious. "Uh..."
Andrea giggled. "Okay, I admit there was a lot of argument
about that one when we set things up, but we had to do something
with the hearts, and no one could think of a solid fourth
category. That's probably why the 'hearts' section of the
book has the fewest number of pages. You'll understand
better after we decide to let you look through the book.
Versions of a lot of the scenarios could probably be sorted into
more than one of the categories, but—"
"Wait, wait, wait," Hayden objected, then lifted herself off her
towel, swiveled and folded her legs, and sat cross-legged.
She removed her sunglasses and frowned at Andrea. "What do
you mean after you decide to let me look through the
book? Who is 'we,' and why shouldn't I be allowed
Andrea rolled over onto her back and smiled up at Hayden.
"We, as in us, as in all of us that aren't you,"
she giggled. "We're not sure you're ready for rolls of
five and six on a d-6, much less eighteen to twenty on a d-20
with parts of some of the scenarios. Sharon especially has
Hayden frowned. She knew the "d" number referred to the
number of sides of a particular polyhedral die, and the
significance of the high rolls varied from scenario to scenario,
but... "Sharon? She thinks I'm a wimp? That hurts."
Andrea surprised Hayden by not giggling. The little blonde
removed her sunglasses, sat up, crossed her legs, and placed a
gentle hand on the glowering redhead's right knee. "Sharon
does not think you're a wimp. None of us think
you're a wimp. Sharon just wants to go slow, let you get
used to the basic game, and not try anything, uh, 'advanced'
until she thinks you're ready." She gave Hayden's knee a
reassuring tap. "I think you're ready, but I was
"Out-voted," Hayden huffed.
Andrea smiled. "The others agree you need to participate
in a few, uh, watered down D&D sessions before you move on
to watered down AD&D."
"So," Hayden huffed, "they do think I'm a wimp.
We'll see about that."
"Don't be angry, Hayden," Andrea said seriously.
"I'm not angry," Hayden stated (lied), "and I'm not a
wimp. I'm going to..." She heaved a sigh. "I
don't know what I'm gonna do," she admitted.
Andrea took another sip from her Diet Cherry 7 Up®, then her
smile returned. "Ya know, if you presented them with a
fiat accompli, they'd have no choice but to—"
"Fait accompli," Hayden interrupted.
Andrea frowned. "Huh?"
"'Fay-ought' accompli," Hayden repeated, exaggerating
the first word. "A 'Fiat accompli' is an
accomplished, Italian-made motorcar." Her smile had
returned. "I thought you were a writer?"
Andrea's smile morphed to a wry smirk and a blush touched her
tan cheeks. "I am a writer, and you're right, it
is, fait accompli, now that I think about it, and you
can deal with the others yourself. It'll probably
be months before they let you play AD&D."
"Sorry," Hayden chuckled. "What's your idea?"
Andrea took another sip of soda before answering. "They
can't argue that you aren't ready for a high-roll bind if you've
already shown that you can take a high-roll bind."
Hayden gazed at Andrea's twinkling blue eyes and dimpled
smile. Obviously, Hayden realized, she was being
manipulated, just as she'd been manipulated by the Pink Hobbit
into the sunbathing session. Also, while Hayden had only a
vague understanding of what constituted a "high-roll bind," it
didn't sound good. But, she decided, how bad
can it be? And I can't argue I'm not a
wimp, then wimp out on Andrea. And it's a
good idea... probably... maybe.
Andrea's smile turned rather coy. "Well?"
Hayden reached for her can of Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper®,
popped the top, and took a sip. "What do you have in
mind?" she asked.
"That... my dear... would be telling," Andrea giggled, "said the
Mysterious Countess to Sweet Gwendoline. Get your stuff
and let's go upstairs."
Hayden assumed the name references were from the book Andrea
said she was going to lend her. She took another sip of
soda as the diminutive blonde rolled her towel and gathered her
Andrea was already headed for the porch. "Our destination
is my bedroom."
Hayden watched Andrea depart. She did it again,
Hayden realized. She railroaded me... and I let her.
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had worn robes to get from from their bedrooms to the backyard,
but Andrea didn't don hers for the return trip, so Hayden
followed her lead. After all, the Mistress of Tauton House
was absent, so streakers would be undetected and therefore
"Do you need to use the little damsel's room?" Andrea inquired
as they climbed the steps to the second floor.
"Not really," Hayden answered.
"Do it anyway," Andrea advised. "You might be glad you
Andrea was kidding, of course, but Hayden took her advice and
made a side trip to the common bathroom. After emptying
her bladder, she took a couple of seconds to primp at the
mirror. A few wispy strands of her long, red hair had
escaped her ponytail, so she removed the fabric-covered elastic,
returned the errant strands to the fold, then restored the
ponytail. She continued down the hall to Andrea's room,
then paused to knock on the open door.
"Come in, come in," Andrea giggled. "In fact, come into my
"Said the spider to the fly," Hayden chuckled. Andrea was
wearing a pair of panties and was donning a matching bra.
"Uh, shouldn't I put something on?" Hayden suggested. She
pointed at the ceiling and her attic bedroom, beyond. "It
won't take a sec'."
"No, you most assuredly should not put something on,"
Andrea purred. "High-roll bind means high-rolls across the
board, including costume... or lack thereof."
"You mean... naked?" Hayden felt a blush warm her cheeks
(for some reason).
Andrea rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. She'd
also finished dressing and was now wearing a pair of faded denim
cutoffs and an aqua-green tank-top. "So, you're a wimp and
a prude," she teased as she untied and tossed away the ribbon
enforcing her sunbathing ponytail.
Hayden's lips curled in a chagrined smile, she dropped her
rolled beach towel, bottle of Bullfrog® sunscreen, and
sunglasses on the seat of a chair near the bedroom door, then
stood and favored the petite, smiling blonde with an even stare,
hands on her hips... hands on her naked hips. "You
think you're clever, but I know what you're doing. Stop
Andrea strolled to her closet and returned with a large canvas
shopping bag bulging with bundles of white cotton rope.
"If I don't manipulate you," she responded, "it'll take
you forever to overcome your wimp status."
Hayden's eyes were on the neat coils of rope Andrea was pulling
from the bag and arranging on the floor in order of size.
"Uh... there is that... I suppose."
"Now," Andrea said as she selected one of the largest coils,
released its retaining hitch, doubled the rope, and found its
center, "I'm going to introduce you to the elevated box-tie."
Hayden's eyes widened. "Elevated?"
Andrea pointed at the floor directly in front of her.
"Also known as the double-hammerlock box-tie.
Kneel with your back to me." Still smiling, she waited
expectantly with the long, doubled rope in her hands. "And
don't worry. This time, 'elevated' doesn't mean all
of you. We'll do a full suspension some other time."
Suspension? Hayden heaved a sigh and followed the
Pink Hobbit's command by strolling to the area indicated,
turning her back, dropping to her knees, and placing her hands
behind her back. She flinched, just a little, when Andrea
dropped the first loop of rope over her head and shoulders, and
snugged it tight around her upper arms and torso, above her
"Don't be nervous, Hayden," Andrea purred, then kissed the top
of her head. "It won't be that bad." She
continued tightening doubled rope around Hayden's upper body,
passing above and below her breasts, making sure the strands
were neat and flat, cinching the ropes between Hayden's arms and
torso, and yoking her shoulders. She looped the final free
ends of the rope under the shoulder yoke at the nape of Hayden's
neck, gave it a firm tug to tighten everything up, then knotted
the end. She then lifted Hayden's hands, crossed her
wrists against her spine, and used a second coil of rope to lash
them in place.
Hayden couldn't follow the full details of what Andrea was
doing, of course, as it was all happening behind her back; but
she could tell her wrist bonds had been threaded through the
upper-body harness, and now rope was tightening across her
palms, encircling her thumbs, and rendering her fingers and
hands more-or-less useless. It was all very involved and
elaborate, and involved a great deal of rope slithering through
rope, the tightening of hitches, and the regular tying of
intermediary knots. And speaking of tight, the flesh of
her arms and shoulders bulged between the ropes, just a little,
and her breasts were squeezed between the horizontal ropes in
front, also just a little. It wasn't exactly punishing,
but it was certainly tight, and when Andrea tied a final knot
and expressed her satisfaction, Hayden realized her upper body
might as well be cast in plaster or fiberglass bandages that had
long since dried and set.
Hayden's legs were next. Andrea eased her down onto her
stomach (and rope-framed breasts), crossed her ankles, and tied
them together. Next, she hitched a short length of rope
through the ankle bonds, passed it up and through the ropes at
the nape of Hayden's neck, pulled out all the slack,
until the heels of Hayden's feet touched her buttocks, then tied
it off. This left Hayden in something like the hogtie
she'd seen Chloe inflict on Andrea, herself, last Friday night,
but the Pink Hobbit wasn't finished.
"There, that's a box-tie-hogtie," the grinning Hobbit purred,
"but let's make it a box-tie-hogtie-frog-tie." She
proceeded to lash Hayden's lower legs to their respective
thighs, looping multiple bands of rope around her shins and the
front of her thighs, then cinching the bindings tight between
her calves and the backs of her thighs. Finally, she tied
Hayden's feet and big toes, lashing them through both the ankle
and frog-tie bonds. "There," Andrea said. "One more
rope, but first, I want to add something else." She then
strolled to her nightstand and began rummaging through its
Hogtied on the carpet, Hayden squirmed and tested her bonds.
Needless to say, she was helpless, really
helpless. Initially, the addition of the frog-tie ropes
had compacted the folds in her splayed legs and slightly
loosened the hogtie rope, but Andrea had corrected that
"deficiency" by releasing the rope and pulling it taut, again,
making the hogtie just as stringent as before. As for the
foot and big-toe bondage, it did nothing to enhance her
helplessness, other than further reducing her already
ineffectual efforts to escape to pathetic squirming and
Like the hand and thumb ropes, Hayden suspected her foot bonds
were mere embellishment, decorations on the icing of the
proverbial cake that was helpless Hayden, the bound
damsel. She continued wiggling and trying to roll her
shoulders and flex her hips, but all her efforts did was cause
fractional loosening of her bonds here or there at the expense
of fractional tightening elsewhere. She knew she'd never
escape from Andrea's ropes, not in a million years.
"This is a six?" Hayden huffed, continuing to squirm.
"No, that's a solid five," Andrea giggled. She'd
found whatever she'd been looking for and had returned. "A
six would require more rope," she added as she knelt at Hayden's
side. "You'd be just as helpless, but the overkill of a
'six' enhances the aesthetics and has a psychological impact on
the victim—I mean damsel." She rolled Hayden onto
her back, then cradled her head and shoulders in her lap and
smiled down at the redhead's slightly anxious face. "Don't
let Sharon hear you use the word 'victim.' She insists we
use 'damsel' when referring to our helplessly bound and gagged
playmates." She leaned close and planted a kiss on
Hayden's lips. "And speaking of gags..."
She reached behind her back and pulled something from the back
pocket of her cutoffs. It was a black rubber ball, about
two inches in diameter, and was hollow and pierced by about a
dozen quarter-inch holes, as well as a black leather strap with
a jangling buckle.
Hayden opened her mouth to share her negative feelings about
being ball-gagged (she thought the thing was called a
"ball-gag") but—"Mrrrpfh!"—was preempted by Andrea thrusting the
ball into her mouth and buckling the strap at the nape of her
neck, under her flopping ponytail. She glared at Andrea
and tossed her head. "Mrrrf!"
Andrea smiled down at her captive. "That's not the most
effective gag in our inventory, but it's safe, easy to breathe
Hayden stared into Andrea's—her captor's—smiling, pixie
face. Inventory? She has more? They
"Now," Andrea purred, "let's discuss the attributes of a
high-roll situation." She reached down and placed the palm
of her right hand on Hayden's flat tummy. "A damsel never
feels so helpless as when she's naked, don't you think?"
She let her hand glide up and down, from the margin of Hayden's
reddish-brown pubic hair to well above her navel.
Hayden shivered in her bonds... her inescapable, elaborate
bonds. It's true, she thought, continuing to
squirm as Andrea's hand slowly slid up and down. Helpless.
"As for bondage," Andrea continued, "even a category one
tie is inescapable—or is supposed to be, anyhow," she
giggled. "I did escape a category two, once, and
Dorothy has escaped from category ones, twice! All three
times it was Chloe doing the binding. I think that's why
she usually pushes the bondage as far Mistress will let her."
Hayden nodded, gravely. That makes sense.
If anyone could escape, it would be a squirmy Hobbit.
She tugged on her wrist bonds. But it certainly won't
"So, whether or not the ropes are inescapable is moot" Andrea
said. "The higher the roll, the greater the complexity,
the greater the immobility..." Her hands stopped
gliding. "And the greater the degree of control
exercised by the villainess." Her smile turned a little
coy. "Sharon's okay with the title 'villainess,' by the
Hayden watched as her "villainess" picked up a coil of rope,
released its retaining hitch, doubled it, and found its center.
"There's also an erotic dimension to the advanced game," Andrea
And there isn't to the basic game? Hayden
wondered, remembering her reaction to the semi-naked Dorothy
bound to the chair, and to Andrea—her Villainess—naked and
hogtied on the parlor floor. Oh! Andrea had
looped the rope around her waist, twice, and was now tying a
knot over her navel. The blond Hobbit then passed the
still substantial free ends between Hayden's splayed legs and
between her labia! "Mrrrf!" The indignant (and
somewhat excited) Hayden was then rolled off Andrea's lap and
onto her stomach, the ends of what she thought was logically
called a "crotch-rope" were threaded through her hogtie bonds,
and—"Mrrrk?"—the slack removed.
Now, as Hayden squirmed and struggled, the crotch-rope sawed
between her labia and butt cheeks. Hmm, she
thought, 'saw' may be a bit over the top. Saw might
imply something extreme... maybe. She tugged on the
rope in question, again, and it slid through her crotch,
again. But if 'saw' is extreme, Hayden decided, 'slide'
is inadequate. Anyway, the rope is definitely
Meanwhile, as Hayden explored the new addition to her total
helplessness, Andrea had climbed to her feet, padded to her
chest of drawers, then was returning with a patterned
headscarf. It was very pretty, in Hayden's opinion, with
large, dusky-rose blossoms and emerald leaves against a black
Hayden watched as Andrea knelt at her side, again, folded the
scarf into a narrow bandage, then—"Mrrk?"—tied it across her
eyes as a blindfold!
"If this was a category six bind," Andrea whispered in
Hayden's left ear, "I'd probably braid or fold your hair, bind
it with rope, and add it to the hogtie, together with the back
of the gag and the blindfold, pulling everything so
tight that you'd be rocking on your stomach." She kissed
the top of Hayden's head before continuing. "We haven't
discussed the plot details of the various scenarios, but suffice
it to say, high rolls lead to things like ticking time bombs,
sadistic death-traps, hordes of snakes or spiders, feasting
vampires, face-hugging aliens, etc. I'm sure you
understand—the sort of things that really put the
distress in damsel-in-distress."
Hayden shivered in her bonds (and did her best to ignore the
crotch-rope). Where is she going with this?
"Enjoy your 'hour of testing,'" Andrea purred, "and be sure and
take a little time to imagine what you'll do to me in
the highly unlikely event that you succeed in turning the
Turning the tables, Hayden thought. Right.
When the hour is up," Andrea continued, I'll show you the sort
of thing that might happen if you ever roll high numbers with
the 'distress' portions of one of the scenarios. Now..."
Hayden heard Andrea climb to her feet.
"I'm gonna make myself a cup of coffee," Andrea purred, "then
come back and keep you company, maybe do a little writing at my
desk. Have fun."
Hayden heard Andrea climb to her feet, the feet in question
thudded on the carpeted floor, then she heard the bedroom door
close... and she was alone... bound and gagged and helpless... very
bound and gagged and helpless... and naked!
What's she gonna do to me? Hayden wondered as she
squirmed in her bonds.
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passed very slowly—not that Hayden felt she had a
precise lock on the passage of time.
Andrea did return after several minutes, as she'd promised, but
she said nothing. Hayden could hear her moving, could feel
the vibrations of her barefoot steps as she padded around on the
carpeted floor of the bedroom. She also heard the creak of
the chair as her Hobbit-captor sat at her desk. This was
followed by the click and clatter of the keys of the
laptop. Apparently, Andrea was, indeed, writing.
Hayden continued her weak, ineffective struggles, and Andrea
continued her writing, ignoring her helpless, naked captive, as
far as the bound, gagged, and blindfolded Damsel in question
could tell. And the clock ticked.
Hayden contemplated the scenario question, the 800-pound gorilla
in the room. And speaking of gorillas... Spades
means 'Horror,' Hayden remembered, so in this case,
Andrea would be a Mad Scientist, no the insane daughter of
a mad scientist, and she's planning to transplant my brain
into the body of a gorilla! Hayden wiggled and
squirmed. Cheesy? Yes, but horrible, horrific!
The tapping of the unseen keys continued, as did Hayden's
Clubs is 'Crime Drama,' Hayden thought, so... the
intelligent gorilla from the DC comics—Brainiac?—no Gorilla
Grodd. Gorilla Grodd is going to use his mind
control powers to... No, wait. Is that 'Crime
Drama' or 'Fantasy & Sci-Fi,' the diamond
category? Hayden paused in her fruitless
struggles. I can see how this stuff can get...
Just then, Hayden heard the melodious chime of an iPhone
ringtone—which abruptly stopped. The desk chair creaked,
feet thudded on the carpet (Andrea's feet, obviously), and
Hayden heard a drawer slide open, probably a nightstand
drawer. Then, the feet thudded close.
"Time's up, helpless damsel," Andrea giggled. "Time for
your distress." She then knelt at Hayden's side, rolled
the hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded redhead onto her back,
bound arms, naked butt, and folded and splayed legs, then eased
Hayden's head and shoulders up onto her lap, as she had before.
Hayden heard a quiet buzzing sound, then—"Mrrrk!"—she flinched
in her bonds as something, a vibrating something,
touched her right nipple! "Nrrrr!" It was a
vibrator, and it continued teasing her nipple... then began
tracing a lazy, sinuous path around and across the entire
"You know I'd never hurt you," Andrea cooed. "You know
none of us would ever hurt you."
"Mrrrrpfh!" Hayden shivered in her bonds, and continued
testing her inescapable bonds.
"In fact," Andrea continued in a husky whisper, "nothing would
make me happier than to make you happy."
"Mrrrrr." The tip of the humming missile—Hayden strongly
suspected it was one of those missile-shaped vibrators—was now
dividing its time between both breasts, and both nipples... then
began gliding down Hayden's body and towards her exposed
"Don't be like that, darling," Andrea giggled. "This is
much better than being blown up by a bomb, shot by a crossbow,
or... stuff like that, isn't it?" She nudged Hayden's
lower tummy, directly over her pubic bush. "Well, isn't
Hayden continued shivering, squirming in her bonds, and mewling
through her ventilated ball-gag.
"It's really something being truly helpless in a situation like
this, don't you think?" Andrea began teasing Hayden's
flushed, rope-cleaved labia. "I think you can see why we
all like playing the advanced game."
"Mrrrrf!" Hayden's rope-framed breasts were heaving and
she was panting through her gag. Air whistled, ever so
quietly, through the hollow, ventilated sphere.
"Don't worry, darling," Andrea purred. "I know just
how to do this, how to prolong your 'distress' for a very
long time." The vibrator continued to glide, and Hayden
continued shivering, squirming, and panting. "I've had
very good teachers... and a lot of experience with both ends of
this kind of situation."
Hayden knew she was going to cum. She was going to cum
very soon! And then, the pressure of the vibrator
lessened. Hayden bucked her hips, doing her best to press
her pussy against the buzzing missile. This elicited a
quiet giggle from her villainess, but was largely
unsuccessful. The ropes were tight and cunningly tied, and
Andrea easily exerted complete control of Hayden's struggling
body. It was... frustrating.
Suddenly, Hayden heard the thud of the bedroom door being thrown
open, followed by the sound of a loud, angry, and very
"What do you think you're doing, young lady?"
It was Sharon! The Mistress of Tauton House had returned!
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