by Van ©2015
| Chapter 8
Hayden had to
work in the morning. Her fellow librarians would be
counting on her. She was tired, but she was also
frazzled. Sleep was elusive. She lay on her back and
stared up at the dark ceiling of her attic bedroom.
Helpless, naked and tied up more elaborately and effectively
than I've ever been tied up before! Squirming in
Andrea's embrace as the Pink Hobbit slides a vibrator against
my rope-cleaved pussy!
Andrea, naked and hooded and in chains! A captive
slave-girl serving chili, tortillas, and beer! The
others gloating and laughing and clearly enjoying Andrea's
Sharon talking me into undergoing trials! First as
Dorothy's plaything, then as Chloe's! Category five or
six bondage! And I agreed!
Stop it! Hayden chided herself. Stop thinking
about it! And stop thinking in sentence fragments!
You're a librarian, dammit!
Hayden realized her hand was sliding against her labia, just
like Andrea's vibrator, earlier. Maybe I need to...
relax... so I can sleep. Her fingers and hand
continued to slide. Apparently, they were ahead of her
brain, had already decided what she needed.
Hayden squirmed under the covers, remembering the feel of
Andrea's ropes—the way the crotch-rope had slithered through her
pussy whenever she tried to move, whenever she struggled—the way
Andrea's hands had squeezed and caressed her breasts—the way
she'd been in the Pink Hobbit's complete control—the way...
Hayden body went rigid, then she shivered as waves of pleasure
rippled through her pajama-clad body.
Finally, utterly spent, Hayden closed her eyes. Slowly,
her breathing returned to normal... then deepened. Her
final coherent thoughts were about Dorothy, the Brown Hobbit,
the one that Mistress Sharon had decreed would "go next."
What's she gonna do to me? Hayden wondered (and worried)
as she finally drifted off to sleep.
day off was a Wednesday, and by a remarkable coincidence
(expedited by a phone call from Sharon to Cody Archer), so was
As she went through her morning routine, Hayden decided she was
silly to have worried about it all this time. Whatever
Dorothy had planned, it couldn't possibly be that
bad. Could it? Of course not! Dorothy
was nice, really nice, and Sharon would protect her.
Wouldn't she? Of course she would!
Hayden had been having those same thoughts ever since the day
(and night) of what she now termed "The First Trial," the day
the Pink Hobbit had hogtied her, gagged her, blindfolded her,
and almost vibrated her to orgasm, the day she was
half-rescued by Sharon. Even at work she had those
thoughts. Even at work she fretted about what was in
store. It wasn't like she was worrying herself sick.
And dare she even think it? Anticipation had crept
into the mix. And it wasn't like she was finding secluded
sections of the stacks and playing with herself while she
imagined herself as Dorothy's bound and gagged prisoner.
Okay, there was that one time, but she'd only "adjusted her
panties and skirt" for a few seconds. She hadn't actually
played with herself... much. That would be unprofessional.
Anyway, today was the day!
Dressed in her usual jeans, blouse, and sneakers, her hair loose
about her shoulders, Hayden made her way down to the
kitchen. To her surprise, Chloe had already left for work
and Sharon and Andrea were getting ready to go out.
Dorothy was preparing a breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs, and
"We're going shopping," Sharon explained as Andrea helped her on
with her coat.
"Also to breakfast at the Sunrise Cafe," Andrea added in a
somewhat disappointed manner.
"Why so glum?" Dorothy asked, grinning at her fellow
Hobbit. "You love the omelets at the Sunrise."
"Shut up," Andrea huffed as she pulled on her own coat.
Hayden couldn't help but smile, despite her nervousness.
She knew why the Pink Hobbit was grumpy. She wanted to
stay and watch.
Both Sharon and Andrea were wearing sensible heels, skirts, and
blouses. Sharon was gorgeous and sophisticated. But
then, Mistress was always gorgeous and sophisticated,
even barefoot and wearing faded jeans and a loose blouse.
And Hayden decided the Pink Hobbit looked very cute "all dressed
up," not that she wasn't always cute.
Sharon and Andrea said their final goodbyes, then Dorothy and
Hayden were alone.
Hayden poured herself a cup of coffee, sat at the table, and
waited for Dorothy to finish cooking.
"Nervous?" Dorothy asked as she carried the food-laden plates to
Hayden blushed. "No." She sipped her coffee, again,
then sighed. "Yes."
For once, Dorothy didn't giggle. In fact. she reached out
and took Hayden's right hand. "Do I really need to
tell you that none of us would ever do anything
to hurt you?"
Hayden's blush didn't go away, but she did manage a weak
smile. "I know."
Dorothy's giggle returned. "Good, now eat... so I can do
horrible things to you."
Hayden's smile morphed into a wry smirk as the
soon-to-be-helpless-damsel picked up her fork and sampled her
eggs. They were delicious. Dorothy was a good
cook. Hayden chewed and swallowed. "Uh, what are you
"Like I'd really tell you," Dorothy interrupted with a grin.
Hayden affected her best pout. She was no Andrea, but she
could pout if the situation called for it. "Okay, but where
are you gonna—"
"Your bedroom," Dorothy answered. "Now, eat."
Hayden heaved a tragic sigh, then followed the tiny Hobbit's
and the kitchen clean, Hayden and Dorothy trooped up to the
"Okay," Dorothy said, once they'd arrived, "change into your
birthday suit, put your clothes away, and wait for me in the
middle of the room. Position one."
Hayden frowned. "Position one?"
Dorothy smiled, but didn't immediately answer.
Hayden felt a blush touch her cheeks. "Oh. Feet
apart? Hands on top of the head?" She'd seen the
others do it before, especially Andrea. The Pink Hobbit
always seemed to be in trouble for something.
"Position one," Dorothy confirmed, then scampered out the
door. "I'll be back!" she called back as she bounced down
Hayden sighed... then carried out Dorothy's commands. In
short order, her clothing was removed and returned to the chest
of drawers and the closet hangers from which they'd so recently
come. Completely nude, Hayden positioned herself in the
middle of the bedroom, facing the door, spaced her bare feet
about ten to twelve inches apart, placed her hands atop her head
with her fingers interlaced, and heaved another sigh.
Dorothy returned almost immediately, carrying two black canvas
duffel-bags. Smiling brightly, she dropped them to the
carpet a few feet from Hayden. They landed with a
well-muffled tinkling sound.
Hayden watched as Dorothy knelt, unzipped one of the duffels,
and pulled out what appeared to be... Hayden
frowned. A leather mitten?
"Left hand," Dorothy ordered, and Hayden complied, extending her
left hand and leaving her right atop her head. "There's an
individual channel for each finger," Dorothy explained as she
held the mitten for Hayden to slide her hand inside. "It's
also a tight fit."
"No kidding," Hayden huffed as she wiggled and squirmed her
fingers and hand into the leather sheath. The leather
wasn't padded or especially thick, but it was, indeed, a tight
fit. Finally, the channels bottomed out and Dorothy
wrapped the mitt's integrated cuff around Hayden's wrist and
buckled its three small buckles. The final result was
Hayden's hand encased and trapped in a flipper-like
position. She could wiggle her fingers, just a little, but
the cuff portion was thicker and stiffer than the glove/mitten
portion and more or less immobilized her wrist. There was
a D-ring dangling from the mitt's fingertips and a second,
larger and heavier D-ring sewn into the side of the cuff.
Encasing Hayden's right hand was the next order of business,
which wasn't exactly a big surprise, and now Hayden realized her
hands and fingers were more or less useless. She gazed at
the leather mitts, admiring the leather's smooth, slightly
pebbled finish. They were at once utilitarian and
stylish. She had no choice but to admire the
workmanship. "Where did you get these?" she whispered.
Dorothy was busy unzipping the second duffel. "All of this
is Sharon's stuff," she explained. "I think she has a
friend at La Roque. The fashion house?"
Hayden nodded, still staring at the mitts. "I know La
Roque. I almost bought a very nice La Roque jacket, in
butternut, but it was too expensive."
"Apparently," Dorothy continued, "they have a kinky
division." Meanwhile, accompanied by more tinkling, this
time not at all muffled, Dorothy pulled a rather large tangle of
black leather straps from the duffel. "This is
complicated," she warned as she began sorting out various straps
and buckles, "so bear with me." She then stepped behind
Hayden and dropped the assemblage over Hayden's head.
Hayden held her arms to either side, cooperating as Dorothy
threaded various straps and secured their buckles. Soon,
the naked librarian was wearing what amounted to a
body-harness. Horizontal straps passed under her armpits
and around her torso above her breasts, below her breasts, and
around her waist. Diagonal straps yoked her shoulders, and
all the various components met at a series of three steel rings
forming a vertical row down her front—the first above her
breasts, the second below, and the third framing her
bellybutton. A buckle dangled from the navel ring and what
Hayden suspected was its matching strap dangled down her
butt. This was confirmed when Dorothy pulled the strap
between her butt-cheeks, through her crotch, and threaded it
through the buckle in question.
Hayden wiggled and squirmed, noting several D-rings with no
apparent purpose sewn into various parts of the harness.
The crotch strap wasn't especially tight, but it was definitely
Dorothy had returned to the duffels, and was now buckling a wide
strap around each of Hayden's upper thighs. Next, she
buckled wide cuffs around Hayden's upper arms, just above her
elbows. The thigh-straps and upper-arm cuffs included
secondary, somewhat narrower straps, which Dorothy threaded
through D-rings in the mitten-cuffs and the upper harness.
respectively. This pinned Hayden's arms to her sides, but
Dorothy wasn't finished. The serenely smiling Brown Hobbit
pulled more straps from the duffels and began threading them
through the previously unused D-rings of the harness.
Hayden squirmed, again. "This is tight," she huffed.
"Oh, really?" Dorothy giggled. She then began going back
over the harness and added straps, loosening the buckles and
pulling the straps even tighter.
"Dorothy!" Hayden whined in complaint, stamping her bare
feet. Oddly, she didn't try to kick her captor or
otherwise impede the process of rendering her ever more
stringently helpless. "Dorothy!" she whined, again, as the
last buckle was tightened.
"You can breathe, can't you," Dorothy giggled.
"Yes, I can breathe," Hayden pouted through pursed lips.
The straps were dimpling her flesh, everywhere. It wasn't
too bad, but it was tight. The sole exception was
the crotch strap. Dorothy hadn't tightened that one.
Thank god for small favors, Hayden thought.
"On the bed," Dorothy ordered, then picked up the open duffels
and strolled in that direction. She dropped the duffels to
the carpet, then turned and smiled. "Well?"
Hayden rolled her eyes, sauntered to the bed, and sat.
"On your back in the center," Dorothy instructed, then began
pulling more straps from the duffels.
Hayden flopped onto her back, lifted her legs, and squirmed and
wiggled until she was in the mandated position. Her head
was comfortably cradled by her pillow. The bed was still
fully made, but was no longer quite as neat. She watched
as Dorothy buckled cuffs similar to the mitten and upper-arm
cuffs around her ankles. The cuffs were joined and quite
effectively bound her ankles together. Next, Dorothy
tightened straps around Hayden's legs, across her shins and
calves, immediately below her knees, immediately above her
knees, and around her mid thighs.
Hayden squirmed and tested her bonds. The leg straps were
just as tight as the body-harness system. Dorothy hadn't
bothered "tricking" her by making them initially loose, but had
gone straight to flesh-dimpling tightness. She heard a
metallic creak followed by a pair of solid clicks,
paused in her struggles and noted that Dorothy had
The Hobbit's grinning head reappeared from somewhere below the
mattress and near the floor. "I bet you didn't even know
these steel side rails were here, did you?"
Hayden watched as Dorothy stood, scampered to the other side of
the bed, then dropped from sight, again. "S-steel side
There was another creak and two more clicks before Dorothy
answered. "Chloe made them." Dorothy popped back
into sight and smiled, brightly. "They reinforce the
bed-frames and have scads of attachment points.
They fold up under the frame and out of sight when not in
use. All the beds have them."
All the beds? Hayden thought. Even Sharon's?
Meanwhile, Dorothy had returned to the duffels and pulled out
two bundles of thick, black, braided nylon rope. Hayden
wasn't into mountaineering, but to her they looked like climbing
rope. The leather-bound prisoner watched as Dorothy
released one bundle, leaned down and tied one end to something
at the head of the bed, threaded the entire rope through a
D-ring in the strap yoking Hayden's left shoulder, down to
somewhere below the mattress, up and through a D-ring in the top
strap pinning Hayden's arms, back down to the side, etc.,
etc. She repeatedly threaded the rope until it formed a
zigzag pattern down Hayden's entire left side, from shoulders to
ankles. Dorothy then picked up the second coil, released
its retaining hitch, walked around the bed to the other side,
and repeated the process.
Hayden was now a tightly strapped bundle pinned loosely in
place. Then, Dorothy went back over the ropes on both
sides, pulling out slack until the ropes dimpled the edge of the
mattress, just like the leather straps dimpled Hayden's skin,
and the captive was tightly pinned in place.
Obviously, Dorothy had used the "attachment points" on the
hitherto unsuspected "steel side rails." Hayden could
shake her head, flex her feet, and wiggle her toes, but was
about it. She shook the tousled hair from her face, and
focused on her smiling captor. "Wow," she said in a quiet
"Wow, indeed," Dorothy giggled, then reached back into the
duffels. "Almost finished," she said, then reappeared with
another, somewhat smaller, tangle of straps.
Hayden watched as Dorothy straightened out the tinkling mass,
then her eyes popped wide. The thing in the Brown Hobbits
hands was quite obviously another harness, a head
harness, like a bridle for a horse, only made for a human!
And it incorporated a gag, a black rubber plug and a
flat, smooth panel that would go over the wearer's lips and
mouth, over Hayden's lips and mouth!
"If you give me any trouble," Dorothy purred, "I might
inadvertently pull on your hair. That would hurt, and we
don't want that, do we?"
Hayden swallowed nervously, then shook her head.
"Good girl," Dorothy giggled, then climbed onto the bed,
straddled Hayden's helpless body, and began the rather involved
process of caging Hayden's head and gagging her mouth.
Hayden gazed up at her captor's smiling, pixie face as the plug
slid into her mouth, straps tightened across her forehead, under
her chin, to either side of her nose, and across the crown of
her head. Dorothy was careful to gently pull the long,
underlying strands of Hayden's hair free of the straps as she
worked, so as the final element of the harness, the mouth panel,
was buckled tight, the captive's long, red curls fanned out from
the pillow on all sides.
"Very pretty," Dorothy sighed, leaned close, and planted a kiss
on the leather panel covering Hayden's plugged mouth and
compressed lips. She then climbed off Hayden's body and
the bed and strolled towards the door. She paused in the
doorway and smiled. "You have one hour to escape," she
announced, "then I'll be back to torture you." With that,
she closed the door and was gone.
Hayden heard the lock turn in the door. Torture?
She squirmed and struggled. Was she as helpless as she's
been in Andrea's box-tie-hogtie-frog-tie (with crotch-rope), or
was she more helpless? At some point, she
decided, helpless is helpless... and inescapable is
inescapable. She continued writhing on the bed, if
you could call her pathetic efforts writhing. Hayden knew
full well her struggles were pointless, but it was a damsel's
duty to try. Also... torture?
passed slowly. Hayden's apprehension remained. Torture?
And it was joined by an element of... dare she even think it...
arousal? As she wiggled, squirmed, and tested her
bonds, the semi-loose crotch-strap slid against her pussy, just
a little. That's why she left it loose, Hayden
surmised. That's why Dorothy didn't pull it as tight
as all the others. And the other straps were
tight, that was for sure.
And speaking of arousal, Hayden noticed that her nipples were
somewhat erect... and throbbing, just a tad. Was it in
reaction to the shivering and quivering rippling through her
pussy caused by the gliding leather? Was it in
anticipation of Dorothy's return? Torture!
Maybe... probably... but one thing was for sure: Hayden couldn't
pretend she wasn't having fun... of sorts. The strap
wasn't enough to bring her off (Dammit!), but it was
being very friendly.
Also, she found she wasn't frightened or terrified or anything
of the sort—unless you count apprehension. She knew
Dorothy wouldn't hurt her. None of them would ever hurt
her... but that didn't mean they couldn't and wouldn't do nasty
things to her! And she was helpless! She was bound
and gagged and helpless! And Dorthy was coming back!
Hayden continued squirming in Dorothy's (Sharon's) straps.
Bound! Gagged! Horny! And she could do
nothing about it—nothing at all.
Eventually, the hypothetical future became the very real
present. Hayden heard footsteps on the stairs, the bedroom
door opened, and Dorothy had returned!
Hayden lifted her head, gazed down her strapped and helpless
body, and her eyes popped wide! The Brown Hobbit had
changed clothes. Instead of the jeans and blouse she'd
been wearing before, she was wearing thigh-boots, a
bikini-bottom, a corset, opera gloves, and a collar, all in
smooth, tight, black leather! Her hair was combed back and
controlled by a tiara-like, golden headband. Gold rings
dangled from her nipples, as always, as well as her
earlobes. Finally, the tops of her ears were now pointed,
like a "real" Elf or Hobbit. Obviously, she'd applied the
appliances Hayden had been told about earlier, and the
prosthetic "ear points" were very realistic.
"Do you like?" Dorothy purred as she strolled to the bed and
struck a seductive pose. "It's one of my Foxwood
costumes." She performed a slow, graceful pirouette, so
Hayden could take in every detail. "I'm half Drow and half
Hobbit. You know the Drow, don't you? The Dark
Her eyes still wide, Hayden nodded her harnessed and gagged
head. In AD&D—meaning the fantasy role-playing game,
not the specialized damsel-in-distress version played at Tauton
House—the Drow were an evil race of Elves.
Hayden noted the exquisite detailing of Dorothy's costume.
She'd initially taken the leather for black, but now that
Dorothy was close, she could see a gleaming, subtle mottling of
deep indigo and very dark purple. Also, the boots, gloves,
and corset were tooled in a spiderweb pattern. Again, it
was very subtle. The leather bikini briefs and the collar
were decorated with tiny golden spiders, and the web and spider
motif was carried forward by the headband-tiara. Finally,
a tiny golden spider on a short, very light golden chain dangled
from each of Dorothy's earrings and nipple rings
The costume, especially as seen hugging the petite, perfect body
of Dorothy Robinson, was amazing... and arousing. It would
win top prize at any cosplay competition—and cause a riot.
"Obviously," Dorothy purred, leaning close to tease Hayden's
nipples with her gloved fingers, "this is a diamond or fantasy
scenario. You're a Human damsel captured, no, enslaved
by the Drow, and you've my plaything." Hayden squirmed
while Dorothy continued gently stroking and tugging on her
nipples. "It's my job to break the spirit of new
pleasure-slaves," she continued, "and instruct them in their new
duties." She grinned and made a sweeping gesture of the
bedroom. "Sorry I didn't have a chance to
redecorate. Imagine you're in a deep, dark cavern dungeon,
lit by flickering globes of Drowish fire magic." She
stopped toying with Hayden's nipples, reached into one of the
duffels, and pulled out a curious object.
Hayden's eyes popped even wider. "Mrrrf!" The thing
was quite obviously a dildo, and it was clad in translucent
purple latex! Actually, it was a pair of dildos, one long
and one short. The longer shaft wasn't all that
long, nor was it all that thick, but it was substantially longer
than the second. That one was little more than half a
pinkie finger. They were both attached to a flat, narrow
strip of more of the purple latex. Hayden watched in
horror as Dorothy carefully threw a tiny recessed switch in the
base of the longer dildo, and a tiny red LED flashed at the tip
of each of the blunt shafts.
Dorothy smiled at Hayden and held up the dildo duo for the
captive's inspection. "Vibrators," she explained, "with a
USB connection for power and computerized control. Or, for
the purposes of our game, powered by Drowish magic!" She
plugged a long, black cable into the base of the device and it
locked in place with a solid click.
Dorothy then reached back into one of the duffels and produced a
tiny plastic bottle with a snap-cap. "Lube," she explained with a sinister
grin. "I can tell your pussy is already more than
wet enough, but the other place? Not so much.
Anyway, it's better to be safe that sorry." Hayden watched
with horror as Dorothy dribbled a generous dollop of clear gel
onto the business ends and shafts of both intruders, snapped the
cap closed, then tossed the little bottle back into the duffel.
Dorothy then climbed onto the bed, straddled Hayden's body, and
unbuckled first the strap around her mid-thighs, then the
crotch-strap. "These would have been a lot easier to
install before I strapped your legs together," she
giggled, "but it is possible. I know. I've
done it before."
An epic struggle ensued, one in which for the first time, Hayden
offered real, genuine resistance. She had the supposed
advantage of having her legs strapped together, but
Dorothy-the-Drow had the actual advantages of
experience, small hands, and cuteness. That last attribute
was psychological but real. Hayden was distracted by both
the feel of Dorothy's leather-gloved hands sliding between her
thighs and the concentrated expression on the Brown Hobbit's
In any case, the struggle reached its inevitable outcome.
The short phallus first nudged, and then slid into Hayden's
anus—"Mrk!"—and its senior partner parted her labia and slid
into her pussy! "Mrrrrrk!" Hayden shivered in
reaction as Dorothy threaded the crotch-strap through slots in
the base of the invaders' mounting flange, then buckled the
strap to the body-harness' navel ring, and this time she pulled
it as tight as the other straps. "Mrk!"
"Oh, settle down," Dorothy giggled as she climbed off Hayden's
body and pulled a small, dark-gray laptop from one of the
duffels. "Like my new MacBook?" she asked as she plugged
in the cable trailing from the phallus now embedded
between Hayden's legs. "USB-C port!" She powered up
the MacBook and began tapping the keys and using the glide-pad.
Hayden wasn't interested in the technical aspects of the little
computer, but she was very much interested in what was
happening between her legs! "Mrrrpfh!" She wiggled
and squirmed and fought her tight, inescapable bonds. Both
intruders were vibrating! "Nrrrrf!" And then they
stopped. She gave a final shiver, then glared at her
torturer—she meant fellow gamer.
Dorothy placed the still open MacBook somewhere out of sight,
probably atop one or both duffels, then straddled Hayden's body,
once again. "Test complete," she giggled, then reached out
and cupped Hayden's breasts. "The control program has
started," she added. "After a brief pause..."
"Mrrrk!" The vibrators were buzzing again, but at very
"There we go," Dorothy said with a broad smile, then squeezed
Hayden's breasts. "Don't think I haven't noticed you
admiring my nipple-rings," she purred.
Hayden shivered in her bonds and gazed at the rings in question,
as well as their tiny, swaying and shaking pendant spiders.
"Sharon did them for me," Dorothy explained. "I was
strapped to a hard table in a harness much like this one, and
gagged by a head-harness, also much like this one. Andrea
was naked and tied to a straight chair so she could watch.
Category-six. Lots and lots of rope and cord, and she was
gagged with a sponge and two rolls of Vetwrap. Also
category-six. Her head was mummified, except for her
eyes. I was helpless, Andy-bear was helpless, and all she
could do was watch. It was horrible." She
gave Hayden's breasts a tight squeeze, then released them.
"It was also wonderful." Dorothy's smile turned somewhat
evil. "How would you like your nipples pierced,
Titian? I'm pretty sure I remember how Mistress did
it." She gave Hayden's nipples a gentle squeeze.
Hayden shivered in her bonds, again, not that she'd ever
actually stopped shivering and wiggling. The vibrators
were still buzzing... and they might be slowly gaining power.
"There are other things I could pierce for you," Dorothy
continued. "Your tongue?" She continued teasing
Hayden's nipples. "Also your bellybutton, clitoral hood, a
row down both labia... Labial rings are particularly
useful. You can use tiny little padlocks to lock them
together. It's better than a chastity belt, in a way."
Hayden's wiggling became squirming. The vibrators were
definitely gaining power... definitely!
Dorothy climbed off Hayden's body, stooped down, and returned
with yet another strap. This one was thin, like the straps
of the head-harness, and included two circular leather disks
padded on one side with wool fleece. Hayden realized it
was a blindfold! "Nrrr!"
Another struggle ensued, with the same result. That is,
Hayden lost and Dorothy won. The strap of the blindfold
was threaded through slots in the head-harness and buckled
tight, and the pads now covered and gently pressed against her
eyes, rendering Titian-the-Human-Damsel effectively blind.
"There," Dorothy said. "Now, the program is going to play
with you a while, and if you don't mind, I'll going to sit here
"I'll take that as a yes," Dorothy purred.
Hayden continued squirming and fighting and getting absolutely
nowhere. And the vibrators, both of them, continued
buzzing. She knew that eventually, inevitably, she would
cum, and all she could do was let it happen! And the evil
Brown Drow-Hobbit was watching, and smiling, and gloating.
And there was absolutely nothing she could do about that,
cum, several times. Over what period of time, she was
never sure. At several points during the "ordeal" she felt
hands, Dorothy's hands, obviously, playing with her nipples,
stroking her thighs, caressing her flat belly, etc.—but it was
usually at or near the height of the vibration cycle, so she was
The power of the buzzing intruders would build and build—with
the major instrument in her pussy and the minor instrument in
her anus varying in intensity and timing in a spiraling arpeggio
of stimulation—she'd hold out for as long as she could, usually
with the program seeming to cooperate with her "resistance" by
backing off now and then, adding passages of deliberate
frustration to the erotic symphony—and finally, she would cum!
And there was nothing she could do to make it stop, neither the
buzzing vibrators and the Drowish magic (computer program)
controlling them, nor the wet tongue and leather-clad fingers
toying with her helpless anatomy. It was horrible!
Wonderful! Intense! Exhausting!
Hayden lost count of the number of times her bound, gagged, and
blindfolded world turned inside-out in a crashing
orgasm. It, all of it, went on and on. There
were programmed rest intervals so she could at least partially
recover, but then it would start again, and it went on and on!
Towards the end, before she succumbed to exhaustion and finally
drifted into blessed slumber (or a post-orgasmic coma), Hayden
thought she felt a tongue and lips flicking, teasing, and
sucking on her right nipple—a set of leather-clad fingers toying
with her left nipple—and another set of lips and tongue
licking and sucking on the toes of her left foot! But that
was impossible! How could her half-Drow,
Half-Hobbit mistress be doing all that at once? Hayden
pondered this conundrum with what was left of her frazzled and
overtaxed faculties... then drifted into blessed
opened her eyes. She realized three things, in no
"Congratulations," the Mistress of Tauton House purred, smiling
her usual smile as her deft fingers worked their way down
Hayden's limp body. "You passed the trial." She was
dressed in the same skirt and blouse she'd been wearing when she
went out for breakfast and a day of shopping with Andrea.
- It was late in the day, nearly evening, nearly time for
supper. Her empty stomach growled in agreement.
- Her head was free. That is, the head-harness of thin
straps with its mouth-plug, gag-panel, and blindfold was
- Sharon was unbuckling the straps still pinning her to the
Belatedly, Hayden realized there was a fourth item.
4. The twin vibrators had already been
removed from her pussy and anus.
"How did that not wake me up?" Hayden mumbled under her
"Excuse me?" Sharon inquired, continuing to release the
buckles. She was down to the strap just above Hayden's
"Nothing," Hayden answered with a sigh.
The remaining straps surrendered to Mistress Sharon in short
order, then she helped Hayden roll off the bed and stand.
"Take a nice hot shower, get dressed, and meet us down
below. Chloe brought home takeout from the Shanghai
Palace." She then pulled Hayden's naked, slightly
strap-marked body into a warm embrace, kissed her lips, then
released her and strolled towards the door. "Take your
time, dear. We'll keep everything warm 'til you're ready."
And then, Hayden was alone. She gazed down at the tangle
of straps and ropes still on her bed. For the first time
she could see one of the hidden side-rails Dorothy had used to
bind her in place. It amounted to a steel pipe or length
of rounded bar on a pair of brackets, one at the foot of the bed
and the other at the head, and welded along its length at
regular intervals were D-shaped pad-eyes, more than a dozen,
maybe as many as twenty. Hayden didn't really care, not at
Hayden followed Mistress Sharon's instructions, but didn't
linger in the shower. It would be inconsiderate to keep
the others waiting. Very much refreshed but still somewhat
tired, she dressed and made her way to the kitchen—where she was
enveloped in the collective love of her fellow residents.
There was no other way to describe it. Everyone, both
Hobbits and Chloe, gave her welcoming hugs and kisses.
Sharon had already done the same up in the bedroom, but she went
in for seconds.
Hayden almost cried. She had a second family. More
than friends, her fellow residents and their Mistress were now
her second family.
They enjoyed the delicious meal, making small talk about this
and that but not discussing the trial Hayden had just
endured. Nor did they discuss the coming trial, the final
trial, the trial in which Chloe would be the one in charge.
After dinner, Sharon suggested (ordered) that Hayden take a
sauna, and she had no reluctance whatsoever doing so. She
went upstairs, undressed, and changed into her robe, then made
her way down to the basement. The sauna was already at
peak temperature. Apparently, Sharon had ordered it turned
on before freeing her from Dorothy's web of rope and
leather. Hayden entered the cedar-lined furnace, wet a
section of the upper bench opposite the door, sat, and settled
against the built-in backrest.
A minute passed... two... three... more than enough time for
Hayden to start sweating.
Suddenly, the door opened and Andrea and Dorothy entered.
Hayden smiled, but was too relaxed to shout the traditional
greeting of "Close the door!"
Without saying anything, the naked Hobbits wet the bench and
backrest on either side of Hayden, then climbed up next to
her. Dorothy leaned against her left side and rested her
head on Hayden's shoulder. Andrea reclined on her back and
rested her head in Hayden's lap. Hayden gently combed her
fingers through Andrea's hair. No words were spoken.
None were needed.
When Hayden returned to her bedroom, she found the straps,
ropes, and duffel-bags were gone, the side-rails folded up under
the bed-frame and out of sight, her bed was neatly turned down,
and a pair of her pajamas were neatly arranged and waiting to be
donned. Obviously, Sharon or Chloe had done the
deed. It had probably been Chloe, at Mistress' command,
but Hayden thought it was very thoughtful.
The next day at work, Hayden's fellow librarians remarked that
she seemed especially well rested from her day off, and Hayden
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