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NINE MONTHS LATER
CYNTHIA WEBBEL'S RESIDENCE
Patty was beginning to
feel like a fried egg. Enough was enough. She'd been
basking in the afternoon sun for nearly an hour, including the
several minutes of stretching and yoga exercises she'd performed
after completing her daily run. She usually ran through
the tree-lined neighborhood and nearby park with Kiera or
Cynthia or both, but today the pair had apparently gotten
themselves in an amiable argument in computer-geekese, clustered
around a keyboard and bank of monitors in the basement lab, and
had missed the prearranged start time. So... Patty had run
alone, had done her cool-down alone, and had sunbathed alone.
Patty climbed to her feet, stretched, and pulled on her cotton
robe; then stooped and retrieved her towel and lotion. She
was on the sundeck off Cynthia's master bedroom, their usual
sunbathing station. It had waist-high railings all around,
with a vine-covered lattice screen to one side, to shield the
deck from the attic window of a neighboring house. Tall,
dense shrubs and stands of trees provided privacy on all other
The French doors to the master bedroom opened, and Kiera and
Cynthia emerged. Both were flushed, sweating, breathing
heavily, and wrapped in robes of their own.
"Sorry we missed you," Kiera gasped.
Patty smiled. "You snooze, you lose. Three miles?"
"Two, but quick," Kiera answered.
"Wimp!" Patty sneered, a smile defusing the insult.
"Cut her some slack," Cynthia laughed. "She had the 'Old
Lady' slowing her down."
"Yeah, right," Patty snorted. Despite her "advanced age"
and "munchkin-like stature", Cynthia could easily keep
up with the young students, as she'd demonstrated on countless
Kiera and Cynthia removed their robes and were now as nude as
Patty had been just seconds before. They began their
cool-down exercises, and for several seconds Patty watched the
tan, toned, diminutive Professor, and her freckled roommate
twist and stretch. She then turned and headed for the side
door that gave access to the upstairs hallway. "I'm gonna
be reading," she called back over her shoulder.
"Grill-roasted chicken!" Cynthia shouted as the door began to
close. "The usual time. It's my turn to cook."
Patty turned her head and smiled at Kiera. "Thank god!"
Kiera smiled back, then stuck out her tongue. The
roommates had an amiable argument going over which of them was
the worst cook; although, under Cynthia's culinary tutelage,
both were improving rapidly.
Patty pulled the door closed, continued through the upstairs
hall, down the stairs, and through the kitchen; then out the
door to the lower deck, across the yard, and up the back stairs
to the apartment she shared with Kiera above the garage.
She occupied one large bedroom, Kiera the other, and they
shared a kitchenette and a common room with a fireplace.
Like the main house, like most of the old houses
surrounding the university campus, the design was Arts and
Crafts. In any case, it was vastly superior to
any dorm room, that was for sure.
Patty unlocked the apartment door, pattered to her bedroom, and
shrugged out of her robe. She'd take a quick shower, find
something to drink, and—"M'MMPFH!"
She'd been seized from behind! A gloved hand was clamped
tightly over her lips and her elbows were locked behind her
back. The naked, helpless blonde twisted to the side, and
focused on a distant mirror. Her captor was Lillian
Steele, of course. She could see the beautiful brunette's
smiling face over her left shoulder (and could feel her hot
breath on her neck and ear).
"Hello again, Blondie," Lillian purred, thrust her tongue into
Patty's ear, and gave it a wet, swirling lick. Patty
shivered in her captor's tight, expert grip, but was otherwise
still. "Do I have your parole?" Lillian inquired.
Patty nodded, and Lillian removed her hand-gag.
Patty could see in the mirror (and feel against her skin) that
Lillian was dressed in typical leather costume: boots, pants,
and jacket, only this time everything was in a rich, dark
oxblood. Patty squirmed, then gasped as Lillian tightened
her grip. "It's Kiera's turn!" the helpless coed
Lillian maintained her tight embrace, and used her right hand to
grip a handful of Patty's short blonde locks. "That's the
advantage of being the 'security expert'," she said. "Lillian
gets to decide whose turn it is." She nuzzled Patty's
neck. "Umm... I just love the smell of cocoa butter,
sweat, and fear," she whispered, dragged Patty into her bedroom,
and closed the door.
"I'm not afraid of you," Patty exclaimed. "Ahh!"
Lillian had tossed her on the bed, face down, and was
straddling her back. "Let me go, you bitch!" Patty whined,
bucking and struggling as Lillian pulled her hands behind her
"You call that a parole?" Lillian laughed, held Patty's wrists
together with her left hand, then reached back and slapped her
buttocks with her right.
"Ow!" Patty complained, but stopped struggling. She felt
Lillian reposition her left arm against the bed and her thigh,
pinning it with her weight. And now her captor was doing
something to her right hand. "What are you doing?" Patty
Lillian was wrapping her fingers with a roll of narrow,
ribbon-like, translucent tape. "What am I doing?" Lillian
said, "why, I'm making sure I don't have to worry about these
pesky little phalanges." The tape stretched slightly,
imparting an elastic grip as it adhered to itself and Patty's
skin. Lillian laid Patty's thumb across her palm, folded
her wrapped fingers down over it, then mummified her entire
fist. "There," Lillian said, and repeated the process on
Patty's left hand. She then pulled the tightly wrapped
hands together, and tightened a pair of plastic flexi-cuffs
around Patty's wrists.
Patty tested her bonds, and sighed. Her tape-shrouded
fingers hands flexed a little, and the long, stiff ends of the
flexi-cuffs rattled together and shook, but she knew herself to
be completely helpless... again.
Lillian climbed off the bed (and Patty), walked over to the
bedroom window, and adjusted the slats of the closed mini-blinds
until they could see out. Now captor and captive had a
perfect view of the sundeck, including Cynthia and Kiera.
"Red's getting quite the freckle collection," Lillian noted,
"and just look at Doc's luscious, dark, all-over tan." She
turned back to the bed to find Patty sitting up with her legs
crossed, rolling her shoulders and twisting her bound wrists.
"You're quite the little sun goddess yourself, Blondie."
She smiled evilly, peeled off her gloves, and slowly
walked back to the bed.
Patty continued struggling. "I hate you," she pouted.
Lillian removed her jacket, revealing a simple black sports top
(and a lot of toned, tan skin), then climbed onto the
bed. She arranged herself with her back against the
pillows piled against the headboard. Patty she held close
in a tight embrace, with the captive's bound arms against her
breasts and her tape-shrouded hands against her crotch.
She spread her booted and leather-clad legs, intertwined
them with Patty's bare legs, and pinned them open.
Patty twisted and struggled, to no avail. "You—m'mmf!"
Lillian's left hand was over Patty's lips. Her right was
giving the captive's right breast a gentle squeeze. "I
know, I know," Lillian purred, and licked the side of Patty's
neck. "I'm a bitch, you hate me, etc., etc." She
gave Patty's earlobe a playful nibble, thrust her tongue into
the squirming blonde's ear, and pulled it out. Her hand
gave Patty's breast a final squeeze, then slid down her side,
across her tummy, through her prisoner's dark blonde pubic
curls, and caressed her glistening, flushed sex.
Patty strained to close her legs, but Lillian easily defeated
"For someone so full of hate," Lillian whispered, "you're
Patty forced a miserable moan through her captor's hand, then
flinched and shuddered in Lillian's tight grip as her
hand slid between her labia.
"Let's get down to business," Lillian purred, "shall we?"
Slowly, ever so slowly, Lillian stroked and manipulated Patty's
most intimate flesh. The helpless blonde writhed and
squirmed, her breathing ever more labored, her eyes wide and
desperate. Lillian would let her build to the brink of
orgasm... then slow the pace of her expert manipulation... allow
Patty to relax... then take the shuddering captive to a new
level of frustrated pleasure. And finally... after many long
minutes of sweet torture, Patty thrashed and screamed through
her lover's hand, and shuddered in orgasm.
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removed the rest of her clothing and was lying on her back, her
head and shoulders propped against the pile of pillows.
Her hands still mummified and wrists bound, Patty lay on
her side, against Lillian's right flank, the side of her face
resting against her captor's ribs. An open bottle of
champagne was in an ice-filled bucket on the floor beside the
bed. Lillian took periodic sips from a crystal flute, and
held it for Patty so she could drink as well.
Captor and captive gazed out the open blinds at the distant
sundeck. Cynthia was lying on her stomach, her head
resting on her crossed arms, eyes closed, and a blissful smile
on her face. Kiera, nude and glistening with sunblock, was
kneeling at her side, rubbing lotion on the tan back of her
"Do you think Doc knows Red loves her?" Lillian asked.
Patty blushed, lifted her head, and snuggled against Lillian's
breast. "It's kinda sad," she whispered. "Neither
one of them will admit it. The whole teacher/student
"So, Red is forced to worship from afar," Lillian chuckled.
"So near... at her very fingertips, in fact... yet so
"Don't be a bitch," Patty scolded, then nodded towards the
Lillian smiled and tipped the glass so Patty could drink.
Lillian took a drink herself, then set it on the bedside
table. "What's the latest?" she asked.
"Salamandras?" Patty asked, and Lillian nodded. "Doc's
satisfied that she's operating within her ethical bounds."
Patty smiled. "We call her 'she'. Her voice is
female, and there's very little evidence of cyber-testosterone
in her actions."
"I know about the ethics thing," Lillian said. "Doc
explained it to me, the last time I visited her."
Patty blushed again, then continued. "Anyway... the
latest... She's well-entrenched across the Internet. She
doesn't ever do anything drastic. Otherwise, somebody
might figure out she exists. So..." Patty snuggled
close and Lillian began stroking her hair, straightening the
coed's tousled locks. "...she nudges things along
advantageous paths. Supposedly 'secret' information is
suddenly and mysteriously shared with members of the press, and
the next thing you know, a corrupt bureaucrat is forced to
retire, a crooked politician is indicted, etc. She only
acts to remove impediments to progress."
"Good thing 'she' doesn't want to rule the world," Lillian
sneered, with obvious sarcasm.
Patty shook her head. "I'll give you an example," she
said, "in exchange for more bubbly." Lillian gave her
prisoner a drink, and Patty laid her head back down on Lillian's
flank. "You know how an asteroid strike wiped out the
dinosaurs?" Lillian nodded. "Well," Patty continued,
"it's happened several times in the history of the planet, and
some day it will happen again."
"I've seen Armageddon," Lillian said. "Also, Deep
Impact. An asteroid gets fresh, we nuke the
"Yeah, except we won't know it's there 'til it's too late,"
Patty explained, "and, we don't have a viable delivery
system. Salamandras has a long-term plan for a deep space
radar system, useful for research and early warning, and an
orbital space tug that can boost payloads on planetary missions.
She's nibbling away at the bureaucrats and politicos
blocking development in the US, Russia, EU, Japan, and China.
Development should shift into high gear in about five
years, and the governments and the UN will think it's all
"That's very nice of her," Lillian said.
"That's self-interest," Patty responded, "hers and ours.
And that's only one of her schemes."
"Makes me proud to be her employee," Lillian purred, then
gripped a handful of blonde locks and lifted Patty's head.
"Enough rest, Blondie. Time for you to entertain
"Ow!" Patty complained. "Watch the hair, bitch! And
we can't. Not here. Kiera will find us!"
"Don't want Red to see you licking my pussy, eh?" Lillian
chuckled. "What you want to bet when Red and the Doc
finish baking, they'll head for that nice cool basement full of
computers, and settle in for a long, lazy afternoon of
Patty sighed, rolled over Lillian's body, and wiggled down the
bed until she was on her stomach, between Lillian's splayed
legs, and her pouting lips were within easy reach of her
captor's crotch. "Bitch!" she muttered, leaned forward,
and gave Lillian's sex a slow, deep lick.
"Oh, Blondie!" Lillian gasped, shivering in delight, "keep
that up, and Lillian will be nice when it's
time for her to leave."
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Lillian announced it was time for her to leave.
She hauled her prisoner to the bathroom, and ran Patty's
brush through her long, dark, silky hair. Meanwhile, the
blushing blonde took a tinkle on the toilet. Missions
accomplished, she hauled Patty back to the bedroom and plunked
her on the bed.
Patty lay on her side and watched Lillian dress. She was
anxious to learn if she'd achieved "nice" status. Kiera
had been in a bitchy mood during Lillian's last visit, and
although her tongue had performed as required, her captor had
grown tired of her constant complaints. Patty discovered
her roommate, several hours after being abandoned by Lillian,
naked, tied in a tight fetal tuck, and buried in the bottom of
the dirty clothes hamper. The dirty panties had been
carefully sorted beforehand, three were stuffed in the indignant
redhead's mouth (prior to the application of several layers of
tape), and the rest layered over her head. Finally,
Lillian had left spring-loaded clamps joined by a light chain on
Kiera's nipples! Patty had been wise enough to remove the
clips before the gag, otherwise the resulting screams
would have caused the neighbors to call the cops.
One didn't mess with Lillian Steele, but she had no respect for
push-overs. There was a fine line between "feisty" and
"bad" when dealing with Lillian, and you had to know when to
push and when to dial back the insults.
Fully dressed, Lillian dropped several coils of cotton rope on
the bed, then stood, hands on hips, and gazed down at Patty.
"Do you really hate me?" she inquired, a smile on her
face. Patty locked eyes with her captor. Seconds
passed, and finally the captive blonde gravely nodded.
Lillian laughed. "I understand. It allows you
to let yourself go. After all, you're tied up and
helpless, in my power, as the saying goes, and have no choice."
"You're delusional," Patty muttered.
"Merely perceptive," Lillian chuckled, and began sorting through
the coils. "Don't worry, Blondie," she added, "that
talented tongue of yours has wiggled its way into my good
graces, dragging the rest of you along for the ride." She
lifted a paper shopping bag off the floor and emptied several
packages on the bed. "Parting gifts," she explained,
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her usual summer uniform of shorts and T-shirt, Kiera bounded up
the stairs, through the door of the apartment, and walked toward
the bedrooms. Patty's door was closed, so she gave it a
gentle rap with her knuckles. "Patty?" There was no
response. She rapped louder. "Yo, Blondie!"
Still no response. "Wake up!" Kiera shouted. "Nap
time is over!" She turned the doorknob and slowly opened
the door. "Sorry we're late with supper," Kiera said.
"We got sidetracked running some simulations, lost track
of time, and—"
Kiera stared, mouth open and eyes wide. Patty was lying on
her bed, naked, face down, her rump raised by a stack of pillows
tucked under her tummy. Her hands were mummified with
tape, her wrists locked in plastic flexicuffs, and the cuffs
lashed to the small of her back by bands of rope encircling her
waist. More rope bound her ankles, knees, and thighs
tightly together, and pinned her arms to her sides. Even
more rope lashed her to the bed, hitched around her body and
bonds and tied to the bedframe.
Patty's head was mummified in elastic bandages, covering her
eyes, ears, and mouth. Only a peek of bulging cheeks,
several locks of blonde hair, and parts of a set of headphones
were exposed. A cord leading to a battery pack trailed
from the headphones. An empty package was on the bed, and
Kiera learned the headphones were of the noise-cancelling
variety. They broadcast any environmental noise detected
back through themselves, 180º out of phase. This made them
incredibly effective earplugs, far better than foam plugs or
even industrial "Mickey Mouse ears". They were just the
thing for the weary traveler on a noisy airplane... or for
harmlessly rendering a captive totally deaf.
Patty was slowly writhing in her bonds. She was glistening
with sweat, and apparently oblivious to Kiera's presence.
Now that she looked more closely, Kiera noticed a second
cord and battery pack, but this one was linked to Patty's sex.
Vibrator, she surmised. She couldn't hear it
buzz, but the air was rife with Patty's musk, and what she could
see of her roommate's sex was flushed a dark pink, and was
"Lillian, you bitch!" Kiera whispered, under her breath.
There was also a folded sheet of notebook paper on the
bed. Kiera picked it up, and read:
Sorry I missed you. Maybe
next visit. There's another
gift waiting for you, on your own bed. Break
it in for me, would you? I may need it, next
time I'm in town.
P.S.: I almost forgot the
actual reason for my visit. Also on your
bed, find a stack of flash cartridges. Tell
Doc they're the NSA encryption files she's waiting
for, the ones that are too sensitive to send over
Kiera dropped the note and hurried to her room. The memory
modules were waiting on her bed, and so was her "present", a
black leather riding crop with a decorative red bow tied around
its braided handle! Kiera picked up the crop, and gave her
palm a tentative whack. It wasn't clear if the
crop was a genuine present, or a warning of what might
happen during Lillian's next visit. Probably
both, Kiera reasoned, shivering with dread (and the frisson
of arousal quivering through her sex).
She returned to Patty's room, walking as if in a daze. The
crop still in her hand, she stared at Patty's helpless, bound
body, especially her elevated, smooth, firm, vulnerable buttocks.
Seconds ticked by... then Kiera extended the crop and held it
steady, its flat, leaf-shaped tip less than an inch from Patty's
right butt cheek.
Kiera turned to find Cynthia standing in the doorway. She
was dressed in the same shorts and blouse as when Kiera had left
her in the kitchen, but she'd added a hunter green cook's apron
to the ensemble. Kiera threw the crop to the bed,
fluttering her hand, as if stung.
A coy smile on her pixie face, Cynthia walked forward.
"I'm ready to put the chicken on the grill, and wanted to
know how long Patty would be."
Her eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Kiera stared at her mentor
with open mouth. She then swallowed, and tried to speak.
Cynthia put her left arm around Kiera's waist and pressed her
right index finger to the flustered redhead's lips.
"Shh... Calm down, Freckles." She turned her
attention to Patty's helpless, sweating, slowly writhing form.
"Another example of Lillian's unique sense of humor," she
"I... the crop," Kiera gasped, "I wouldn't have... I..."
"I know," Cynthia cooed, went up on her toes, and kissed Kiera's
blushing cheek, then tightened her embrace and turned her
attention back to Patty. The helpless blonde continued her
weak, hopeless struggles against her implaccable bonds, ignorant
of the fact that she had an audience. "By my count, it was
supposed to be your turn to play, the next time Ms.
Steele had business in our area, wasn't it?"
"I guess it's true that blondes have more fun," Kiera muttered,
then blushed an even brighter shade of red.
"Poor Freckles," Cynthia whispered. "Lillian always gives
you a hard time, doesn't she?"
"She likes Patty best," Kiera pouted. "I, I mean— "
"I know what you mean," Cynthia laughed, and gave Kiera another
kiss. Teacher and student watched Patty writhe for several
more seconds, then Cynthia cleared her throat. "You know,"
she said, "you'd have a better chance of escaping from whatever
Lillian does to you during her next visit, if you took the time
"Practice?" Kiera whispered. "H-how can I practice?"
"All the rope and leather gear that was in the Salamandras
Building is in a wardrobe and trunk in the back room of the
basement," Cynthia confided, "together with the leather we took
"The room with the padlock on the door?"
Cynthia nodded. "I'll get some exercise mats for the
floor. You can practice in there anytime you want, when
you're not busy with your studies, of course."
"Of course," Kiera snorted, and tightened her hold on
Cynthia's waist. "But what about you?"
"What about me?"
Kiera smiled shyly. "Don't you need practice, too?" she
Cynthia blushed, then squeezed Kiera's hand. "We'll take
turns, helping each other. Now, find something to cut
Patty free, get her cleaned up, and I'll put the chicken on the
Kiera's smile turned coy. "And ruin all that rope?
I'll untie her."
Cynthia laughed. "I'll factor that into the cooking time."
She leaned close and whispered in Kiera's ear. "This
'practice' thing will be our little secret, okay?"
Kiera nodded. "Patty'll never suspect a thing," she
Cynthia smiled, whacked the redhead on the butt, and left.
Kiera rubbed her butt cheek, but her eyes were on her helpless
roommate. The apartment's outside door closed, and she
knew Cynthia was gone.
Kiera retrieved the riding crop, her gift from Lillian, and her
smile turned somewhat evil. Still feeling the
sweet sting of Cynthia's slap, she waved the crop's fluttering
tip above Patty's buttocks; not touching them, but close enough
that the captive might feel the air stirred by its
passage... maybe... possibly.
Kiera savored the delicious power she had over her bound,
gagged, and helpless roommate. "Poor Patty," she cooed,
continuing to wave the crop, "all hot and helpless."
Patty continued writhing in her bonds. The scent of her
arousal hung heavy in the still air.
Kiera sighed, and tossed the crop to the floor. "Well,"
she muttered, leaning forward and attacking one of the knots
lashing Patty to the bed, "Lillian may be soft on you,
but I'm teacher's pet."
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