by Van ©2012
stumbled down the hallway. She was still naked and her
cuffs were still locked around her wrists; but Mistress—her
Mistress—had unlocked the cuffs, pulled Jane's hands behind her
back, and locked her wrists together again. Jane's panties
were still stuffed in her mouth and her lips sealed by multiple,
taut strips of duct-tape. Her hair was a tousled, slightly
damp mess, and her skin was shining like she'd spent an hour
sparring with the martial arts dummy back in her
apartment. She was exhausted and exhilarated at the same
time, like she always felt after hard exercise—or good
sex. The explanation was the later, of course.
Jane's pussy throbbed
from what Mistress had done to her. Shudders rippled
through her crotch and up her spine at the very memory. It
had been remarkable—and confusing. Mistress had only used
her hand, but the effect had been electric—not an actual shock, but shockingly good.
Mistress—Jane's beautiful, wonderful
Mistress—was two steps ahead, leading the way. All but one
of the coils of nylon rope she'd used to lash Jane to the
kitchen table were in her left hand, and one end of the
remaining coil was knotted around Jane's throat with the
remainder in Mistress' right hand. Why the leash was
necessary was beyond Jane. Mistress had told her to
follow, so, of course, she was following. In any case,
whatever Mistress wanted was more
than okay with Jane.
They climbed the stairs and made their way down the upstairs
hallway. Finally, Mistress opened a door and led Jane
across the threshold.
Jane found herself in a bedroom. It was furnished with a
queen-sized bed, chest of drawers, and bedside tables, but none
of the nicknacks, art, or other personal items that signaled
occupancy—but the bedroom was
Slowly squirming and rolling on the bed's bare mattress was a
naked woman. Jane could see that she had a svelte,
athletic body with excellent muscle tone. Her wrists were
cuffed behind her back (like Jane) and her fingers, thumbs and
hands mummified in duct-tape (also
like Jane). In addition, her ankles were crossed and
lashed together with more rope and her head covered by a
pillowcase loosely tied around her neck by a folded scarf.
Mistress led Jane to the bed, leaned down, untied the scarf, and
pulled off the pillowcase.
Tousled waves of long, brown hair spilled free. The
captive blinked at Jane with brown eyes. Multiple strips
of duct-tape covered her lower face (again, like Jane) but the
gag couldn't conceal the thirty-something woman's high-cheeked,
"On the bed, slave," Mistress ordered.
Jane sat, then lifted her legs and reclined on her side, facing
her fellow captive. Jane looked down her body and watched
as Mistress crossed her ankles and lashed them together.
She also watched as Mistress teased back the edge of the bound
stranger's tape-gag, then slowly, carefully pulled it
away. She then reached into the woman's mouth and pulled
out a sodden pair of panties.
"How's my warrior?" Rupandra asked.
The woman licked her lips and smiled. "My Mistress," she
sighed, then pursed her lips.
Jane felt a twinge of jealousy as Mistress leaned even closer
and kissed the interloper's lips! Hey, I'm your warrior! Jane
fumed. The kiss continued and continued... with tongue.
Finally, Rupandra ended the kiss, turned to Jane and
smiled. "Don't be that way, slave," she chuckled, then
straightened Jane's raven locks, gently combing several errant
strands behind her ear with her fingers—her long, strong, talented fingers.
Another shiver rippled through Jane's pussy.
"Is that a hint of green I see in those pretty brown eyes?"
Mistress teased, then leaned close and kissed Jane's
forehead. "Silly slave. No jealousy. I forbid
it." She then focused on the other nude, bound captive on
the bed. "Kate, this is Jane. Say hello."
Kate smiled at Jane, then licked her lips. "Hello, Jane,"
Mistress smiled and teased back a corner of Jane's tape-gag,
then peeled away the silver-gray strips from her mouth.
Jane's lips and skin stretched as the adhesive surrendered its
grip. Next, Mistress plucked the panties from Jane's
mouth. "Jane, this is Kate."
Jane licked her lips as she focused on Kate. "Hello," she
said without prompting.
"I want you both to be the best of friends," Rupandra
said. "I know both of you love Mistress and want to make
her happy. It will make me very happy if you love each
other as you love me."
Kate nodded, and a shy smile curled her lips.
Jane nodded, as well. Kate was remarkably beautiful, and
it would be no trouble at all following Mistress' command.
In fact, it was already a done deal.
"Kiss," Rupandra ordered.
Jane and Kate squirmed close until they could comply, then their
lips met. They both knew that when Mistress said kiss she
did not mean a polite
peck on the cheek. Lips sucked, tongues swirled, and the
"Keep that up," Rupandra chuckled. "I'll be right back."
Jane and Kate's heads turned and their eyes rolled as they
watched their Mistress exit the bedroom, then they concentrated
on the task at hand.
Seconds later, Rupandra returned with a glass of water.
"Enough, slaves," she purred as she sat on the edge of the
bed. The kiss ended and Rupandra held Kate's head and
helped her drink half the contents of the glass. She then
switched to Jane and helped her drink what remained.
"Thank you, Mistress," Kate sighed.
"You're welcome," Rupandra responded, then smiled at Jane.
"Thank you, Mistress," Jane purred.
"Jane has a beautiful voice, doesn't she Kate?" Rupandra
"Yes, Mistress," Kate agreed. She was smiling at Jane, and
a blush colored her cheeks.
"Husky and low," Rupandra mused, straightening Jane's curls,
Jane blushed as she gazed up at Rupandra's gorgeous face.
I love her so, she
Rupandra smiled at Kate. "Your voice is also beautiful,
Kate," she said. "In fact, everything about both of you is
beautiful. I love you both very much, and thank the gods that you are
Another thrill shivered through Jane's body, and from Kate's
expression, the feeling was mutual.
"Jane has just had herself a nice orgasm," Rupandra said to
Kate, "but I haven't been able to play with you for a
while. I know you're more
than ready for some fun." She reached out and straightened
Kate's tousled hair. "Jane is going to fix that for you,
but first I want you to get to know her body." She moved
her hand to Jane's left breast and teased her nipple. It
was already stiff and prominent. The nipples of both
slaves were stiff and prominent. "Lick Jane's nipples,
Kate," Rupandra purred. "Tease them with your lips and tongue."
Kate locked eyes with Jane and her smile widened. She then
squirmed close and followed her Mistress' order—their Mistress' order.
Jane closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "Ohhh," she
"Shh, quiet Jane," Rupandra chuckled. "Let Kate get to
Kate continued sucking and licking Jane's breasts, and Rupandra
continued to smile and watch. "Stop," she said, after
about a minute, and Kate obeyed. "Now," she said.
"Jane, I want you to use your lips and tongue to bring Kate to
orgasm, and I don't want you to stop until you're very sure she has been
satisfied. Do you understand?"
Jane nodded, then shifted her gaze to Kate. "Yes,
"After that," Rupandra continued, "I want you to rest."
She smiled at Kate. "And when you feel up to it, I want
you to return the favor." She stood and walked to the
bedroom door. "Mistress is going to be gone for a while,
but I want you to be good slaves. You may talk, but no
shouting. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," the captives on the bed responded in unison.
"Rest, talk, and take turns making love until Mistress returns,"
Rupandra ordered. "And remember, Mistress loves you, and
when you pleasure each other, you are pleasuring Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress," the prisoners chorused.
Rupandra stepped into the hallway and pulled the door closed,
then walked down the hall to another closed door.
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Agent Olivia Dunham weaved her way through the maze of desks of
the FBI's New York City Field Office, heading for her assigned
"Visiting Agent" office in the back. She opened the
door—and flinched in surprise.
in, Agent," Executive Assistant Director Dana Scully
intoned. She was sitting behind Olivia's temporary
desk. "You can explain why you aren't in Boston."
Olivia entered the office (which was supposed to be her office) and closed the
door behind her. She gathered her thoughts as she sat in a
visitor's chair. "Assistant Director," she said, "I was
about to update the case summary and forward it to your office."
"I see," Dana responded, then replaced her no nonsense frown
with a tired smile. "Sorry, Olivia. I hate predawn
flights, but that's no excuse to take it out on you."
Olivia smiled in return. "Yes, ma'am. Uh, let's
see..." She rubbed her eyes before continuing.
"Technical Services continue updating CIPP, but it's obvious the
program is cycling." The FBI's Criminal Investigation
Profiling Program (CIPP) was a powerful software package
designed to mine all available data relevant to an ongoing
investigation. It was a useful tool and often greatly
accelerated the process of routine police work. CIPP was a
powerful asset, but all agreed it was no substitute for actual
Dana sighed. "The program is only as good as the
assumptions coded into the logic filters. I've found it of
limited value closing 'special' cases."
Olivia nodded. "CIPP clears the clutter, but on Fringe
cases it eventually locks up... like now. Anyway, I
noticed something in the statement of the last victim.
While she was being held prisoner, she remembered the kidnapper
viewing a DVD from her collection: Naked Heat."
"I've seen it," Dana stated.
"The victim is something of a Natalie Rhodes fan," Olivia
continued. "She's collected all her DVDs and has signed
posters from Demon Patrol,
Mutilation High, and Hell's Crawlspace. She said the
kidnapper became very interested, in Natalie, I mean."
"Well, it was... something." She smiled in apology.
Dana smiled back. "Continue."
"I called the studio to contact Ms. Rhodes. They said she
was staying at a Manhattan hotel. I called the hotel, and
no one has seen her for several days."
Dana frowned. "Several days."
Olivia nodded. "I decided to drive to New York.
Nothing is happening in Boston, and I can monitor things from
"You followed a hunch," Dana noted.
"Yes, ma'am." Olivia swallowed nervously before
continuing. "I interviewed the hotel staff. Natalie
was sharing the room with a guest and they ran up quite a room
service bill. The waiters remember a beautiful, red-haired
woman opening the door, but after the first few days they don't recall seeing
Natalie. The assumption was the woman was either a
personal assistant or friend. In any case, the room is now
empty and Natalie didn't check out. They're sending over
copies of the lobby and elevator surveillance videos and I've
put out an all points bulletin for Natalie Rhodes."
Dana nodded. "Very well. I have additional
information on our suspect, courtesy of the Sanctuary Network."
"So," Olivia said, "the redhead is an 'abnormal'."
"Yes," Dana confirmed. "Helen confirms the pheromone
hypothesis. Some sort of chemical allows Rupandra to
control her victims, and in some manner she... feeds upon their emotions."
Olivia frowned. "None of the Boston victims were
physically harmed. They were all exhausted when rescued,
but they weren't physically harmed."
"Which is consistent with Helen's information," Dana
continued. "The details of her 'feeding' are poorly
understood. But perhaps the most valuable new data is that
there are limits to
Rupandra's, uh, talent. The more victims she attempts to
control simultaneously, the weaker her influence. Also, if
she maintains control for an extended period, eventually the
victim rejects her power."
"They develop immunity to the pheromone?" Olivia suggested.
"The quantitative details—how many victims she can control at
once, and for how long..." Dana shook her head.
Just then, the desk phone rang. Dana nodded and Olivia
picked up the handset.
"Agent Dunham," she said, then listened for several seconds,
nearly half a minute. "Thank you," she said, finally, and
hung up. She focused on Dana. "A Captain Gates of
the NYPD responded to my bulletin. Natalie Rhodes
contacted one of her detectives two days ago and requested a
meeting. The detective in question didn't return to work
the next day. She's coming over with the details."
Dana sighed. "And to pump us for information... which we
can't give her." She sighed again, then forced a
smile. "Apparently, Agent, your hunch was correct.
Rupandra has moved to New York."
Olivia shrugged. "Perhaps."
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Rhodes was scared. She was also tired, sore, hungry,
thirsty, naked, bound, and gagged.
She was spreadeagled on her back on the bare mattress of a bed
in a second floor bedroom. And that was all she really
knew about her location. She remembered leaving her hotel
in the company of her Mistress—No!—her
kidnapper, but that was it. They'd walked the Manhattan
streets, with Natalie in a daze, then entered a
townhouse? And here she was.
Natalie's hands were mummified in silver duct-tape—as they had
been for days—and her
wrists and ankles were bound to the four bedposts with white
nylon rope, lots of
white nylon rope. Something was stuffed in her mouth and
several strips of duct-tape were keeping it there. Escape
was impossible, and she was coming to believe that rescue was
just as remote a possibility.
"Mistress" had repeatedly abused her, sexually—then Kate Beckett had appeared,
and she'd done the same!
Okay, Natalie, herself, had made the phone call that invited
Kate to the party, and Natalie had to admit that at first she'd
actively participated in and enjoyed
the abuse, especially back in her hotel room. Then, they'd
made the move, Kate had appeared, and she seemed to be as much a
prisoner as Natalie, herself—a licking, purring, sucking
prisoner, but a naked and handcuffed licking, purring, sucking
Worry about her current situation aside, Natalie was confused by
her earlier behavior. She remembered spectacular orgasms,
possibly the best sex of her life, and she'd been anything but frightened. It
was all a wonderful game that she was playing.
Later, it became less of a game.
And now—it wasn't a game at all.
Just then, the bedroom door opened and Rupandra appeared.
She smiled, walked to the bed, and sat. "I'm sorry I
haven't had much time for you, Natalie," she sighed, then
reached out and placed a hand on Natalie's lower tummy, between
her navel and pubic bush.
Natalie flinched and stared at her captor, her eyes wide with a
terror she could not control.
Rupandra's smile turned sad. "It's as I feared," she
sighed. "You've turned, my pretty thespian. You no
longer love your Mistress. You're still my slave, of
course, but only because of my ropes."
Natalie tugged on her inescapable bonds and squirmed as
Rupandra's hand slid between her legs and began massaging her
"It's entirely my fault," Rupandra continued. "I've kept
you far too
long. I should have left you in the hotel, but I simply
couldn't bear to part with you. I enjoy milking the
strength of your delicious body too much, and Mistress needs
your strength... now more than ever."
"Nrrrf!" Natalie continued squirming. She was so tired, and her pussy was
Rupandra's hands were working their all too familiar magic, but
now it was an evil magic. "Mrmpfh!"
Rupandra leaned close and kissed Natalie's right nipple, then
took it between her teeth, and gently tugged.
Rupandra released the right nipple, then slid her tongue across
Natalie's left nipple. "If I can't have your love," she
purred, "I'll feed off your fear." Her smile turned truly
evil and she locked eyes with her writhing captive. "I'm
afraid I'm going to have to dispose of you, Natalie." She
kissed her prisoner's nipples before continuing. "But
don't worry, I have something in mind truly worthy of your
career, something that I'm sure you will appreciate." Her
hand continued gliding across Natalie's pussy. She
extended her middle finger between the labia and used it to
tease Natalie's clitoris. "Well, perhaps 'appreciate' is a
poor choice of words," Rupandra admitted. "Let's just say
your fate will be a fitting homage
to one of your most successful films, and you'll have
plenty of time to savor the irony."
Natalie's heart was hammering and her breasts heaving as she
panted through flaring nostrils. Her mind was filled with
the obvious question: What is
she going to do to me?
"Your love is sweet," Rupandra sighed, as she climbed onto the
bed and settled on her stomach between Natalie's widely splayed
legs, "but your fear is deliciously tart, and equally
satisfying." She then used her lips and tongue to continue
the task begun by her fingers.
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and Jane were very happy.
They were still on the mattress where they'd licked, sucked, and
teased each other to orgasm after orgasm to the point of near
exhaustion, and they were still nude and bound, with their
ankles crossed and bound with rope, their fingers and hands
mummified in duct-tape, and their wrists locked behind their
backs with their own cuffs—but they were happy.
Rupandra was also on the mattress and as nude as her loving
slaves. She was reclined on her back between them, with
Jane snuggled against her left side and Kate against her
right. The several empty cartons of a veritable feast of
Chinese take-out were on one of the bedside tables, as well as a
pair of discarded chopsticks, an empty wine bottle, and an empty
Rupandra had ordered the food with Jane's iPhone and paid for it
with one of her credit cards. Before eating, Mistress had
stripped and pleasured each of her exhausted slaves, something
that despite their tiredness they'd both greatly enjoyed—both
the pleasuring of their own hypersensitive
pussies and the
voyeuristic delight of watching their beloved Mistress lick and
suck their new fellow-slave and playmate.
Afterwards, as they ate, Mistress had ordered her slaves to talk
about their lives and careers. Jane went first.
Rupandra was intrigued by Jane's relationship with her best
friend, Maura Isles, Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth
of Massachusetts. She gazed at photos of the good doctor
on Jane's iPhone as the Boston detective's narrative
continued. "Do you love her, Jane?" Rupandra asked at one
"What?" Jane blinked in surprise. "Uh, yeah," she
admitted. "Maura's like the sister I never had—the
scary-smart, clueless, dorky sister I never had."
"Have you slept with her?" Rupandra inquired.
"What??" This time it was astonishment, not
"Tell the truth, slave," Rupandra ordered.
"W-we've shared a bed, more than once, but we didn't do anything
but sleep." Jane's expression was the very picture of
sincerity. "We're BFF's."
"BFF's," Rupandra purred. "I see."
"Life Long BFF's," Jane
added. "We did a pinkie swear."
Kate watched the exchange, a smile curling her lips. It
was a curious coincidence that her female BFF was also a medical examiner, Lanie Parish.
That said, they'd shared many a bottle of wine, but never the
"We're just friends," Jane huffed, then her eyes popped wide. "Ahh!"
Rupandra's hand was gliding against her pussy.
"Hush, Jane," Rupandra ordered, then smiled at her other
slave. "And as for you, Kate, I'm about to tell something
very important to Jane,
and I order you not to listen."
"Yes, Mistress," Kate whispered. The smile was still on
her lips and dancing in her eyes.
Jane remained silent, as ordered, but she couldn't help but
Rupandra smiled as her hand continued to slide against Jane's
labia. "Listen closely, slave," she said, then began
whispering in Jane's ear. This continued for more than a
minute, then she kissed Jane's neck. "Do you understand,
"Y-yes," Jane gasped.
"And you'll follow Mistress' orders?"
"Of course, Mistress." Jane shuddered and squirmed.
"As soon as I can."
"And as soon as it's safe to do so," Rupandra added.
"As soon as it's s-safe," Jane confirmed.
"You're a good slave," Rupandra purred, and kissed Jane's
cheek. "You may cum."
"Ahh—mrrrf!" Jane was quaking
in orgasm, but Rupandra's free hand was now clamped over her
mouth, stifling her scream. Finally, after a final frantic
contortion, she went limp.
"Such a strong, obedient warrior-slave," Rupandra chuckled, and
kissed Jane's lips. "You are to forget your promise until
the time is right. Will you do that for me as well?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jane gasped, panting for breath.
Rupandra then turned to Kate. "And now you can tell us your story, Kate; but
first, since this is your city, I need you to start thinking
about someplace where we can move. It must be someplace
safe where we can continue to play. Your apartment is out
of the question, of course. Eventually, you'll be missed
by your colleagues and that's the first place they'll look."
Kate nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
"Now," Rupandra continued, "tell us your story, Kate."
Kate gathered her thoughts. "Well, I was born on the East
Side. I attended Stuyvesant High, and then..." Kate
stared into space, and her smile broadened.
"Why did you stop?" Rupandra demanded.
"I thought of it, Mistress," Kate answered. "I know a
place where we'll be safe, and it's perfect."
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