by Van ©2012
light was streaming through the closed windows and open drapes
of Maura's master bedroom. Jane opened her eyes—winced—and swiftly closed
them again. She had done sleep-overs at her BFF's house
before (innocent, platonic sleep-overs, of course), so the
quick, bleary-eyed glimpse was enough to remind her of exactly
where she was. Thankfully, Jane was on her side and facing
away from the windows,
so she hadn't been permanently blinded. Also, there were
no songbirds chirping or roosters crowing, so she didn't have to
find her Glock and kill anything.
"Not yet, Maura," Jane mumbled. "Lemme sleep."
"Alright already!" Jane growled and rolled over. "Why are
you mumbling like—" Jane's eyes popped wide and her jaw
astonishment. "Oh my GAWD!"
Maura was in the bed next to her. No surprise there,
however—she was gagged with
duct-tape! Multiple bands of silver-gray
encircled her head, covering her lower face from just under her
nose to the point of her chin, and were tight enough to make her
"Maura!" Jane threw back the covers. "MAURA!" Maura was
naked, and she was bound with more
duct-tape! Her arms appeared to be folded behind her back
and her ankles were crossed and taped together. "What the
hell? Who did
this?" Jane leaped from the bed. Her clothes—their clothes—were
scattered on the floor. She lunged for her Glock, still
holstered on the belt of her pants.
Maura watched, her gray eyes wide and staring, as Jane did a
quick, careful search of the bedroom, weapon at the ready.
Jane then extended the search to the attached master bath and
Maura's walk-in closet. She found nothing.
"I'll be right back," Jane reassured her helpless friend, then
searched the rest of the house. She was still wearing her
heather-gray t-shirt, but was otherwise as nude as Maura (not
counting Maura's duct-tape bonds).
Anyway, modesty could wait. Securing the house was Jane's
first priority. She had to make sure whoever had taped-up
her BFF was really gone. Only then would she free the BFF
in question and go looking for her missing panties. Jane
conducted a quick search, including the basement and the attic,
but found no intruder. She noted Maura's alarm system was
still armed and there were no physical signs of a break in.
Jane rummaged in the kitchen drawers and found an old pair of
bandage scissors Maura was using as a food preparation tool,
then returned to the bedroom. She leaped onto the bed and
knelt, straddling Maura's bound body, then placed her Glock on
the mattress where she could quickly grab it if needed.
She turned Maura's head, found a wrinkle in the tape bands she
could attack with the scissors; then, very carefully, but working as quickly as she
could, probed with the blunt tip of the scissors and snipped
until she'd severed all the layers of the gag. Finally,
the silver tape parted and Jane carefully peeled the sticky mass
from Maura's face. Whoever had done the deed was "nice"
enough to lift Maura's hair out of the way as they wrapped her
head, so only a few honey-blond strands had to be sacrificed to
complete the removal.
"Who did this?" Jane demanded, "and where the hell are my—Oh my
GAWD!" Maura had forced two
pair of wet, slimy, wadded panties from her mouth, and Jane
recognized one of them as her own!
Maura licked her lips and—to Jane's added
astonishment—smiled! "Good morning," she purred.
"Maura! What happened?" Jane went to work on the
tape bands binding Maura's ankles. "Who—"
"You did," Maura
Jane stared at Maura's twinkling eyes and smiling face.
"You did," Maura reiterated. "You grabbed me and did
this... among other things."
Maura chuckled. "You grabbed me in the kitchen and used
Jane was blushing furiously and gasping like a fish out of
water. "I-I-I d-don't remember anything!" She went back to removing
Maura's remaining tape bonds—snip,
snip, snip—rolling Maura onto her side to attack the
tight bands binding her forearms together. Snip-snip-snip. "Oh
gawd. What else did I do?"
Finally free, Maura stretched—"Ahhhhh!"—and sat up in bed.
She smiled at Jane as she rolled her shoulders. "Thank
goodness for yoga. Otherwise, I'd be very sore, especially my
glenohumeral and acromioclavicular joints, with lesser
discomfort in my sternoclavicular and—"
"Maura," Jane interrupted.
Maura's gray eyes danced. "Sorry. Well, you stripped
off my clothes... You've ruined my blouse, by the way. It was an
Ann Taylor, and I think that style has been discontinued."
"Maura!" Jane barked. "Focus! I stripped you?"
"Yes," Maura nodded, "then, you taped my ankles, removed your
handcuffs and taped my arms, then stripped off your pants and
panties and stuffed both pairs in my mouth. Just the
panties, of course. Then—"
"Oh my GAWD!"
"Calm down, Jane," Maura smiled. "Then... you made love to
me... several times."
Jane's eyes couldn't get any wider or her face any redder.
"Oh. My. GAWD!"
"It's okay, Jane," Maura said quietly. "Eleven-point-five
to fourteen percent of young women experiment with bisexual
experiences at some point, and during my undergraduate years—"
"Maura! We're both straight!"
"I said 'experiment,' Jane," Maura continued. She stood
and strolled to the walk-in closet, then quickly returned to the
bed. Jane was waiting for her, still sitting on the
rumpled covers, confused and mortified. Maura tossed her a
clean pair of panties and a silk robe. "Take a shower down
the hall and I'll use my
shower." She nodded towards the door of the master bath
and her smile turned mischievous. "Unless you'd rather share a shower."
"No? Okay, I'll meet you in the kitchen, cook breakfast,
and we'll talk. I think I may know what has happened."
"What?" Jane demanded. "What happened?"
Maura strolled to the master bath and opened the door, then
turned in the threshold and smiled at Jane. "Take a
The door closed and Jane was alone—still blushing and
confused. "Oh. My. Gawd," she whispered under
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Beckett was in the zone. She was also in her loft
apartment, and it was mid-morning of the first day of the week's
vacation she'd decided to take. The drapes were drawn and
the only lights on were shining over the open space she used for
exercise. The semi-darkness helped her focus. Kate
was dressed in stretchy, tight workout pants and a tank-top, and
her bare feet and hands were wrapped in cloth bandages.
delivered a flurry of punches and a spin-kick to her martial
arts dummy. Thud-thud-thud-whack!
She didn't plan on leaving the city during her time off, didn't
have any real plans at all. She'd relax, work out, catch
up on her reading... and think. Something was bothering
her. She had no idea what it was, but couldn't escape the
feeling there was something
she was supposed to be doing, something important, but she
couldn't remember what it was. It was infuriating. Kate
took it out on the dummy. Thud-thud-whack!
Castle—Rick Castle, bestselling author and Kate's unofficial
partner—would return from his latest multi-city book tour in
four days. Thud-thud-whack!
He'd promised to call her as soon as he hit town (this time). Maybe we can get together,
she thought, grab a bite...
and talk. She'd already met with Doc Burke once
since "The Great Rupandra Debacle" as they'd decided to call
whatever had happened to them.
She pictured the faces of Dana Scully, Jane Rizzoli, and Olivia
Dunham, and for some reason, Olivia's smiling visage lingered in
her mind. Thud-thud-thud-whack!
Anyway, talking to Burke always helped. She was actually
looking forward to her next appointment. Thud-thud-whack!
Talking to Castle also helped... usually. Her lips curled
in a ghost of a smile. If nothing else, Castle's banter
was always entertaining.
It was the building intercom next to the front door. Kate
grabbed a towel, patted her face, then draped the towel around
her neck as she walked to the panel. She pressed the
"TALK" button. "Hello?"
"Kate?" a tinny voice answered. "It's Olivia, Olivia
Kate recognized Olivia's voice—and a thrill rippled through her
crotch. Speak of the
devil... "Olivia! Come on up." She
held down the "DOOR" button—Buzzzzz—then
released it when the raucous noise of the buzzer stopped.
That meant Olivia had opened the building's street door and was
on her way into the lobby and up the stairs.
Kate padded to her refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water,
and took a long chug. She then put it back in the frig and
headed for the apartment door, unwrapping her wrists and hands
as she went. Ding-dong.
She opened the door and smiled at Olivia. "Hi! Come
"Hi!" Olivia answered and crossed the threshold. She was
wearing a navy blue pea coat over a blouse, jacket, slacks, and
boots. A brown paper shopping bag with handles was in her
Kate patted her face again. "You up from Cambridge on a
Olivia shrugged. "No, just for the weekend. I wanted
to hit some bookstores."
"Cause they don't have any good bookstores in Cambridge?" Kate
Olivia grinned. "New York has better martial arts
bookstores," she clarified.
Kate patted her face, again. "Martial arts?"
Olivia nodded. "For some reason, I've suddenly started
thinking about hojojutsu.
I don't really know why, I just have. Over the last few
days it's become... important."
Kate frowned. "That's it," she muttered. "Hojojutsu. That's
what I was trying to
remember." She knew hojojutsu
was the traditional Japanese art of capture and restraint with
rope or cord, but little else. It was logical for law
enforcement officers to be interested in the discipline.
Knowledge of its techniques would probably come in handy, but
Kate had no idea why she was interested now. And it was a
remarkable coincidence that Olivia was also interested—suddenly interested.
"Want something to drink?" Kate offered.
"Sure, thanks." Olivia peeled off her pea coat and hung it
on a coat-hook beside the door, then did the same with the
Kate opened a chilled bottle of Chardonnay and poured two
glasses. She handed one to Olivia and they settled into a
pair of easy chairs. "How have you been?"
Olivia smiled, then took a sip of wine. "I've met with Dr.
Sweets, the shrink Dana told me to see. Actually, he's
"Can you remember anything?" Kate asked, then sipped her own
wine. Olivia shook her head and Kate sighed. "Same
here." She nodded at the shopping bag. "Find
"They say the best books have never been translated from the
Japanese," Olivia answered, "but I found a couple with good
diagrams, and a
DVD." She pulled a paperback book from the bag and handed
it to Kate.
Kate opened the book and flipped the pages. It was in
Japanese, but its many illustrations were easy to follow.
"Are you fluent in Japanese?"
Olivia shrugged. "Only a few hundred words, and my kanji is mostly limited to
common place names and street signs."
"Where are you staying?"
Olivia shrugged. "I'm crashing at the Field Office."
"No way," Kate said with a smile. "I've got plenty of
room." She nodded towards the couch. "That thing's
comfortable. I assume you brought some things.
Where's your suitcase?"
"It's in my car about a block from here," Olivia answered.
"You found a parking place?" Kate chuckled, then took another
sip of wine. "That's remarkable."
They sipped their wine in companionable silence. Kate
nodded at Olivia's shopping bag, again. "What else is in
Olivia smiled, reached into the bag, and pulled out two generous
coils of black rope. "This is supposed to be the best
stuff for hojojutsu,"
she explained. "Here." She leaned forward and
presented one of the coils to Kate.
Kate set the book and her wine glass aside and took the coil in
both hands. It was
soft... silky. She lifted her gaze to Olivia—and their
eyes locked. The blonde's face was glowing, and her blue
eyes sparkling. Kate realized her face was also glowing,
although her heart rate had returned to its normal resting state
and the heat in the apartment was set at its normal
68ºF—and that thrill
had rippled between her legs again.
Olivia's smile turned a little... shy. "Uh, so... you're
also interested in hojojutsu?"
Kate smiled back. "Like I said." Her heart rate was
picking up again and she was at a loss to explain it... like her
sudden interest in capturing and restraining someone... like
"I haven't had a chance to do more than glance through the
books," Olivia continued, "but the illustrations are pretty
Kate nodded. She knew where this was going—she still
couldn't explain how or why—but she knew. "We're the same
size. Want to borrow a sports top and workout pants?"
The shyness was gone from Olivia's smile. She stood and
began unbuttoning her blouse. "Underwear will work."
She nodded at the book in Kate's lap. "We probably ought
to do a little studying before trying any take-downs or
Kate nodded. "Yeah, but we can try some of these
ties." She smiled at Olivia. "So... who goes
Olivia grinned. "I prefer the
rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock variation—but no. I'm
Kate grinned back. "Okay, you can tie me up first."
Olivia's grin morphed into a coy smile. "I meant you
should tie me up
Kate shrugged. "Okay. If you insist." She
stood and began releasing the coil of black rope. This is weird, she thought,
watching Olivia continue to undress, but it feels sooooo right!
And that pesky, anticipatory thrill
was back again—in spades.
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and Maura were in the kitchen. Both had showered and their
hair had had time to dry—with extensive help from Maura's
expensive towel collection, of course—and both had their
respective raven and blond curls pulled back in ponytails.
They were dressed in robes (over panties) and nothing else.
Maura had prepared pain perdu
(French toast), prosciutto
cotto (ham), and coffee. By the time Maura had
finished assembling the required spices and ingredients and had
worked her feat of culinary magic, breakfast had become
brunch. That said, it had been worth the wait. The
meal was almost over.
"More coffee?" Maura offered, smiling her usual dimpled smile as
she lifted the still half full coffee press.
"No, I don't want more coffee," Jane muttered. "I want
answers. I want you to finally
tell me what the hell you think is going on, like you promised."
Maura smiled. "Do you mean why you tied me up and
subjected me to repeated and prolonged bouts of cunnilingus?"
"Maura!" Jane whined. "Stop, or I'm gonna blush like this
Maura shook her head. "That's highly unlikely.
Idiopathic craniofacial erythema is symptomatic of certain pathological
Maura smiled. "All right. I believe you may have
been performing an ideo-dynamic complex reaction chain."
"A phenomenon something like a post-hypnotic suggestion," Maura
explained. "However, I have no idea how it may have been
Jane sighed. "You think I'll... uh... do it again?"
Maura's dimpled smile widened. "Oh, I certainly hope so,"
"I consider it unlikely," Maura corrected herself.
"Although, if an induced behavior is entirely compatible with
the subject's baseline personality..."
"What?" Jane demanded.
"If the subject is doing what comes naturally..."
"I swear, Maura," Jane huffed, "if you don't stop, I'll...
I'll..." She buried her face in her hands. "Oh, Gawd!"
Maura's smile was reassuring. "I don't think there's any
danger. I don't think I'm
in any danger."
"I'm so sorry," Jane sighed.
Maura pulled her BFF's hands away from her face. "It's
okay, Jane. I really did experiment in my college years,
and it was fun."
"I don't care about your college years," Jane huffed.
"I mean last night," Maura clarified. "It was fun last
Jane's blush intensified. "I'll take your word for it,"
she muttered. "I still don't remember anything."
"C'mon," Maura said, rising from the table and carrying her
plate to the sink. "We can cleanup the kitchen
later. I still need to examine you."
Jane simply stared. "What if I do try something else?" she asked.
Maura paused in thought. "There is that." She turned
to Jane and winked. "I know! We'll take
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was early afternoon. Kate was still in her exercise togs,
but she'd washed her face, brushed her hair, and had it tied
back in a ponytail. She was comfortably slouched in an
easy chair turned to face her exercise area. Her bare feet
were up on the matching hassock and her attention was on the
The show in question was Olivia Dunham. Now divested of
her outer and
underwear, Olivia was hogtied on her stomach.
Kate had done her best to execute a technique illustrated in one
of Olivia's books. A harness of rope crisscrossed Special
Agent Dunham's upper-body in a diamond pattern. It pinned
her upper-arms to her torso—yoked her shoulders and passing
above, below, and between her breasts—bound her crossed wrists
together against the small of her back—and lashed her crossed
ankles together and linked them to her wrist bonds with about a
foot of twice-doubled rope. The final knot was tied high
on Olivia's back between her shoulder blades.
In addition, Olivia's panties were stuffed in her mouth and one
of Kate's summer scarves was keeping it there. The long,
narrow, lightweight cloth cleaved Olivia's mouth. It was
cinched tight enough to make her cheek's bulge, and was knotted
under her tousled blond hair at the nape of her neck.
Kate smiled as she watched her "workout partner" and house-guest
wiggle, squirm, and fight for her freedom. The blonde's
lithe, athletic, tan body was shining with sweat. Her fingers
groped for the impossible-to-reach knot and fluttered against
the strands of rope within their greatly restricted range.
Kate glanced at her wristwatch. "That's a full hour," she
announced. "I don't think you're getting out of this one
Olivia lifted her gagged head, shook the hair from her face, and
glared at her captor—or she may have been smiling. It was
difficult to tell.
Kate could feel wetness between her legs, and that thrill was now a
more-or-less continuous but very
low-grade presence. She wasn't sure how much longer she
could play this game, how much longer she could simply watch
Olivia struggle and writhe—how much longer she could stop
herself from ripping off her own clothes, rushing to the mat,
and kissing Olivia's gorgeous
gagged face, and perky breasts, and flat tummy, and firm thighs,
It was the phone. Kat jumped from the chair and squinted
at the base-station's tiny screen. The call was from an
unknown caller in Boston. Jane? She picked up the wireless handset
and held it to her right ear. "Hello?"
Olivia watched from the mat as Kate smiled.
"Dr. Isles," Kate said, "Jane told me so much about you."
She winked at Olivia, turned, and strolled to the far side of
Olivia sighed through her gag... then continued
struggling. How long is
she gonna string this out? How long before she...
touches me? It was frustrating—and exciting—(see
She strained against the ropes—"Mrrrf!"—but it was
hopeless. She wasn't going anywhere, not until Kate
decided to set her free. A shudder shook Olivia's sweaty,
flushed, bound body as a frisson
rippled through her crotch. A casual observer (even Kate)
might have mistaken the delicate wiggle for part of Olivia's
efforts to escape—but it wasn't. Olivia was simmering in
her bonds (and her juices), more
than ready for the game to move on to the next level.
Kate returned, a coy smile curling her lips. She returned
the handset to the base-station, then padded to the mat and
smiled down at Olivia. "That was Maura Isles, Jane's
friend," she explained (unnecessarily). "She wanted to
warn me about something called an ideo-dynamic...
something. Apparently, Jane went a little crazy and made
amorous advances towards the good doctor. Maura suspects
Rupandra may have planted the rough equivalent of a
post-hypnotic suggestion in Jane's mind, and is afraid she might
have done the same to us."
Olivia blinked in surprise. "Mrrf?"
Kate nodded. "Yes, it explains a lot, doesn't it?"
She pulled her tank-top over her head and tossed it aside.
"Not to worry. Dr. Isles says whatever mischief Rupandra
might have been up to, the 'suggestion' couldn't make us do
anything we might not do on our own. It might point us in
a specific direction and lower our inhibitions—" She
peeled down and stepped out of her exercise pants, leaving only
her panties (and her smile). "But that's all. It
wouldn't make us commit a crime, plot treason, or harm
anyone." She peeled off her panties and tossed them atop
her other clothes. "I know I certainly don't feel like harming
anyone." She knelt beside Olivia and rolled her onto her
back, bound arms, and splayed legs. She then straddled
Olivia's waist and settled her weight—some of her weight—onto Olivia's flat
tummy. With her palms on the mat to either side of
Olivia's gagged head, she leaned close and they locked
eyes. "And you're
certainly not in a position to do anybody harm," she continued,
Olivia's only answer was the twinkle in her blue eyes. Gag
aside, the question was rhetorical.
Kate turned Olivia's head to the side, untied the knot of the
cleaving scarf, then turned her prisoner's head back and plucked
the panties from her mouth. "Dr. Isles tried calling you
first," she said, "but your phone went to voice mail."
Olivia grinned. "I guess I must have been tied up or
Kate grinned back. "I guess." There was a pause of a
few seconds... then they kissed.
The kiss lasted a while. Their lips smacked and tongues
slid and probed.
Finally, their lips parted, Kate lifted herself away from Olivia
a few inches, and they gazed into each others eyes, Smiles
on their lips, Kate's hair framing their faces, and their
pointing, erect nipples not
quite touching, they enjoyed the moment.
"She's right, of course," Olivia said.
"Yeah," Olivia confirmed. "We're under some sort of
suggestion... or compulsion."
Kate nodded. "Yeah... Terrible, isn't it?" Her
tone and smile suggested the exact opposite of terror.
"Terrible," Olivia agreed. She was also not in the least
distressed. "Neither of us would do anything like this
"We wouldn't even think
about it," Kate purred, then kissed Olivia's lips.
"And we've both got boyfriends," Olivia continued. "I have
my Peter... and you have your Rick."
Kate's smile turned slightly dubious. "Well... after a
"Yes," Kate responded, "but there's nothing wrong with two
female colleagues studying the martial arts together."
They kissed, again.
"Nothing whatsoever," Olivia agreed.
"We can make this a regular thing," Kate suggested. "I
know a shop on Dungeon Alley that sells cages that double as
coffee tables. Whenever you're in New York, you'll have a
place to stay."
Olivia smiled. "And I have a closet in my place I don't make much
use of. I can replace the door with something more solid
and substantial, add a hasp and padlock, and you'll have a place
to crash in Cambridge."
They kissed. Then, Kate stuffed the panties back into
Olivia's unresisting mouth and restored the cleave-gag, making
it just as tight as before. "What makes you think I'm ever
letting you go back to
Cambridge?" she said as she cinched the knot. She then
kissed Olivia's nipples—first the left, and then the right.
Olivia shivered and squirmed in her bonds as Kate continued
kissing her way down her helpless, shining, bound body.
Her ultimate goal was obvious. She knew Kate was teasing
about keeping her as her permanent prisoner, but it was a
delicious, kinky fantasy.
"If I'd known hojojutsu
was this much fun," Kate purred, "I would have taken it up years
ago." She used her lips and teeth to give Olivia's
dark-blond pubic curls a playful tug, then extended her tongue
and dragged it along her "fellow student's" flushed, shining
Olivia squeezed her eyes tightly closed and her body went rigid
in Kate's inescapable bonds. "Mrrrrrf!"
Kate continued extending five-star hospitality to her weekend
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breakfast, Maura made phone calls to alert Kate Beckett and
Olivia Dunham of the possibility that Rupandra had implanted
ideo-dynamic complex reaction chains in their minds. She'd
left a message on Olivia's voice-mail, but had spoken directly
with Kate. Then, she led the still embarrassed and
mortified Jane back to the bedroom and asked her to remove her
robe and panties so she could conduct her long-delayed
Jane whined and complained, of course, but Maura didn't find it
too difficult to persuade her to disrobe. Jane owed her, big time.
Maura retrieved her medical bag—not her Medical Examiner's bag,
but her physician's
bag. She took Jane's temperature with an infrared wand,
then took her blood pressure and listened to her heart and
lungs. The patient's blood pressure and heart rate were
slightly elevated, but that was hardly surprising. Her
face was still flushed. Also
not surprising. Otherwise, Jane was the very picture of
embarrassed and mortified health. Maura returned the
stethoscope to the bag, then examined Jane's wrists.
Satisfied they were unmarked and presented nothing abnormal, she
began taking the "precautions" she'd mentioned back in the
Jane watched as Maura wrapped her wrists in a layer of loose
cotton followed by loosely stretched cotton gauze. Then,
with her hands in front, she tightened Jane's cuffs around her
"Maura," Jane said quietly, "you know I'd never hurt you."
"And you never have," Maura answered. She planted a light kiss
on her BFF's lips. "Not even last night."
This did not help
alleviate Jane's blushing condition.
With Jane standing next to the bed, Maura began gently poking
and prodding her friend's body with her fingertips. She
thorough. Her fingertips slid across Jane's arms, tracing
the underlying muscles. Then, she lifted Jane's arms and
examined her armpits and shoulders.
"Mau-raaah," Jane complained, squirming and shivering.
"Hold still," Maura ordered. "I'm palpating your
supratrochlear and deltoideopectoral lymph node clusters.
"It tickles," Jane whined.
"Big baby," Maura chuckled, then continued her
examination. She worked her way down Jane's body, front
Jane was a little surprised her breasts and private parts
received only cursory attention—surprised but relieved, of
course. She certainly
"On your back," Maura ordered, pointing to the bed.
Jane rolled her eyes and sighed, but flopped down onto the still
rumpled sheets. She watched as Maura scampered from the
"Be right back!" Maura called over her shoulder, and was gone.
Jane sighed and stared at the ceiling, then lifted her cuffed
wrists and gazed at her cuffs. "This is super-kinky," she muttered
under her breath. It was also super-weird—possibly the
weirdest thing she'd ever done in her entire life, and certainly the kinkiest—that
she could remember,
anyway. But somehow... it didn't feel wrong.
Maura returned to the bedroom with a large coil of purple
rope. "Thirty meters of eight-millimeter climbing rope,"
she gushed, then released the coil, doubled the rope, and ran it
through her hands to find the center.
"Fabulous," Jane muttered. She watched as Maura pulled the
doubled center of the rope between her cuffs, then pulled the
free ends through the loop.
"This is called a lark's head or cow hitch," Maura lectured as
she snugged the rope tight.
"That's wonderful, Maura," Jane huffed. "Hey!"
Maura had lifted Jane's cuffed hands towards the
headboard. "Stay like that," she ordered.
"Gee, you're not
bossy, are you?" Jane
complained, but remained in position. Meanwhile, Maura was
working her way around the bed, cinching the long free ends of
the rope around the legs of the bed-frame near the floor.
From atop the mattress Jane couldn't see what Maura was doing,
but as usual, "Dr. Smartypants" was providing a running
"This is a clove hitch," Maura said as she knelt beside the left
headboard. "Another clove hitch," she said from the left
foot of the bed. She then moved to the right headboard.
Jane felt the ropes holding her cuffed hands centered at the
head of the bed go taut. "Let me guess. Another
"Yes, it is," Maura confirmed, then moved to the bed's right
foot. "And a fourth
clove-hitch." She then grabbed Jane's left ankle, pulled
it towards the corner, and began wrapping it with rope.
"This is a rolling hitch," she explained as she tied a
knot. When she was finished, several meters of free end
Jane's right ankle received similar treatment, and now she was
flat on her back with her arms straight up and her legs
splayed. In other words, her nude body formed the shape of
an upside-down "Y." There was a reasonable amount of slack
in her bonds, but she knew she wasn't going anywhere. She
watched as Maura retrieved her discarded panties—the borrowed
pair she'd just removed, not
her own pair (which had spent the night stuffed in Maura's
mouth)—then strolled into the closet. She returned almost
immediately with a sheer, black nylon stocking.
Maura tied an overhand knot in the stocking, stuffed the wadded
panties down the stocking, then tied a second overhand knot,
converting the nylon and panties to what might be called a
silky, poof-ball ball-gag. Anyway, her intentions were
"Maura, no," Jane complained.
"Now Jane," Maura chided, "it's only fair." She shrugged
out of her robe, peeled off her panties, climbed onto the bed,
straddled Jane's spreadeagled body, and settled her weight on
"I'm not a horse, Maura," Jane muttered. "Get off me."
"You're letting me do this 'cause you secretly want to," Maura
Get off." Jane tried bucking Maura off her body. All
she succeeded in doing was raising Maura's body a few inches
before she slammed back down onto the bed. "Ooof!"
She also imparted a wobbling oscillation to Maura's breasts.
Maura smiled her dimpled, endearing smile. "You know I was
a bit of a wild child in college," she said. "I'm enjoying
being a 'merry prankster' again."
"Merry prankster," Jane huffed. "Did I really, uh... do a
bunch of stuff to you last night?"
Maura nodded. "You did, and I don't mind. I'll show
you later, after I take a nap."
Jane's eyes popped wide. "A nap? Are you shitin' me?"
Still smiling, Maura shook her head. She leaned close and
kissed Jane's lips, then eased the nylon-encased wadded panties
into Jane's mouth. She cinched the nylon bands at the nape
of Jane's neck, freed her hair, and tied a square knot.
"I'm gonna show you everything you did to me.
Everything." She kissed Jane's forehead, then rolled off
Jane's body and snuggled against her left side.
"Later. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
Jane tugged on her padded cuffs. She was comfortable, and
naked, and helpless, and Maura was naked by her side. And,
to her infinite
freaking out. What Rupandra had done to her—whatever she'd
done to her—that had make her do "stuff" to her BFF, it wasn't
her fault. And this was all in fun. Besides, it
wasn't like she could do anything to stop it. That ship
"I don't like using your steel cuffs," Maura muttered, "even
with padding. I'll go online and order something
better." She snuggled even closer, resting her head
against Jane's left breast. "Maybe a lot of stuff."
Merry prankster my ass,
Jane mused. At least I
have an excuse. Rupandra made me do it.
"I'm glad this happened, Jane," Maura mumbled. "We're
gonna have all kinds
of fun." She heaved a wide, cat-like yawn. "Remind
me to complete your breast and pelvic exams when I wake up."
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