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at the underside of the mosquito
netting. Pale moonlight was shining through the open windows and
could just make out the rosette of pleats where the canopy
came together at the apex. Another
mused. She's been left to "languish" on the porch for
what turned out
to be two hours... as a
helpless mummy... wrapped from
neck to toe in a towel and no less than four sheets... strapped down to
the table... something silky and large
stuffed in her mouth... her eyes
covered with cucumber slices and a sleep-mask... earbuds droning New
Age muzak in her ears... her entire head tightly wrapped in some sort
of tight, clinging bandage-tape... helpless...
Del's hands were between her legs, slowly, languidly caressing her
pussy. She was naked under the sheet and blanket pulled up to
cover her breasts... like she slept at home... like she'd slept her
two previous nights as Christina's guest.
It seemed like it was longer,
much longer than two
hours... but that's all it turned out to be... two... endless... hours.
her hands under the
wrappings and towards her crotch, but that turned out to be as elusive
a goal as slithering her way to actual freedom. Her arms remained
pinned to her
sides with her palms flat against her outer thighs. She could
slide them around a little, mostly because it was skin-on-skin and
there was some lubricating sweat...
but only a little.
It had been trivially easy to pretend she was a Terrified Kidnap
fact, at the beginning—when she was first strapped down, gagged, her
wrapped, and her total inability
Delfina's hands continued to slide against her labia. She was
her time. There was no need to rush. After all... she was
wrapped up tight and helpless (pretending to be, anyway)... just like
she was this morning, and she wasn't going anywhere... only this time,
hands were where they
could do her some good... but she could barely move, and she was
and her kidnapper... (Was it Polly? No, this time it was
Christina!) Her kidnapper could do anything she wanted to do to
Suddenly, there was a quiet knock at the bedroom door, immediately
followed by the barely audible squeak of the door's hinges!
"Del, are you awake?"
It was Christina's whispered voice.
"Uh, yeah," Del whispered
Christina's shadowy form crossed the dark room and approached the
bed. Thanks to her dark-adapted eyes and the moonlight from
the open windows, and despite the gauzy barrier of the mosquito
could see that her hostess was wearing a long, cotton robe, cinched at
"Mind if I come in?" Christina asked. "I'd like to talk."
Del was a little flustered, having been interrupted in the process
of... relaxing, but it didn't show (she
"Yeah, sure," she answered, and started to sit up.
Christina parted the mosquito net and sat on the bed. "No, no,
lay back," she said, then leaned to the side, towards the bedside table.
"Okay," Delfina answered, and settled back. Her hands were
clutching the edge of the covers, making sure they remained where
they were and preserved her modesty, not that it really
mattered. There was a click, and the glass globe of the lantern
light on the
nightstand began to glow. Oh,
it's a nightlight, too, Del
realized. Christina faced her and smiled, and Delfina smiled
back. Christina's forty-something face was
exquisite in the soft, orange-yellow light—but then, Chris was
gorgeous in any light.
"I wanted to talk some more about today," Christina said. "Tell
me, again, how it felt to be a kidnapped mummy."
"Terrifying!" Delfina answered—but she was still smiling, so
Chris knew she wasn't totally serious.
"Are you beginning to appreciate the importance of the time dimension
with respect to
this sort of thing?" Christina asked.
Delfina nodded. "Yeah." (The shiver returned.) "After
while, you realize just how helpless
you really are. I mean, not like at first. It's one thing
to try and get free and to find
you can't, but then..." She smiled. "Some writer I am."
Christina chuckled. "Impotent, defenseless, sequestered."
Delfina grinned. "See also vulnerable and pregnable."
Christina reached out and caressed Delfina's tousled hair, lifting a
tangled strand and
easing it away from her face. "As your mentor and guide in such
matters, I believe it's time for us to take things to a new level."
That pesky thrill reasserted itself. "New level?"
"Wait here," Christina said, and patted Delfina's bare shoulder.
have to get some things." She stood and left the bedroom; but
returned, almost immediately. Apparently, the "things" had been
in the hallway, just outside Delfina's door, and consisted of several
coils of white rope that glimmered in the dim light.
nylon," Chris explained, dropping all but one coil on the
floor. She sat on the bed, again, and smiled at Delfina.
"Left hand," she purred.
Delfina paused... then, swallowed nervously (a little nervously), and presented
her hand as requested (as ordered).
"This is my own take on the 'Two Knotty Boys' repertoire,"
said, and began wrapping loops of doubled rope around her student's
"Two who?" Delfina inquired, watching with interest as the rope
slithered and slid.
"You can Google them, later," Delfina chuckled. "They have some
videos up on YouTube. I like combining
their 'rope shackle' with the 'flogging cuff'."
Delfina's eyes popped wide. "Flogging?"
Christina smiled. "I love it when you do that. Don't
worry. There will be no flogging... not tonight."
Delfina watched as Christina continued wrapping the rope and forming
compacting loops into what Del considered to be very pretty
knots. A half-dozen doubled bands had already encircled her wrist
before the first knot was tied, and now Christina was looping rope
the palm of her hand, across her "life-line". A series of hitches
looped and tightened, then Christine stretched the
remaining, still very long free ends of the rope around the
left post of the headboard and tied a quick-release knot.
"Pull on that," Christina suggested, and Delfina did so. "If I
tied things correctly," she said, "you'll find the knots in your hand
do all of the tightening and compacting. You should be
pull on that all
you want, for however long you want, and the loops around your wrist
and hand won't tighten and bite your skin."
"Yeah," Delfina agreed, tugging on the rope. "I see what you
mean." She could feel the knot clutched in her hand compact and
twist as she pulled, but the loops that comprised the rest of the
"Still totally inescapable, of course," Christina said as she walked
around the bed to the right side. "No way you can pull or
wiggle your way free." She pulled back the netting,
sat, and began binding Delfina's right wrist and hand.
Of course Delfina offered no resistance. She was still a little
nervous (anxious, excited, see also
aroused) but this was a game... another exercise... more
instruction. She watched in silence as the same rather involved
process was used to bind her right wrist and hand. In perfect
symmetry, the free ends were looped around the right headboard post
and another quick release knot was tied. Del tugged on both
herself to be helpless.
Christina produced a third coil of rope and moved to the foot of the
bed. She reached under the edge of the top sheet and blanket and
pulled Delfina's right foot from under the covers.
"Hey!" Delfina objected. Her concern was modesty.
The covers had slipped down a few inches, exposing her nipples.
"Don't worry," Christina chuckled. "I'll tuck you back in when
I've finished lashing you down."
"How reassuring," Delfina muttered. She could feel a blush
coloring her cheeks, and hoped it wasn't noticeable in the dim light.
"This is just a simple rope shackle," Christina explained as she took a
half-dozen doubled turns around Delfina's ankle, tied another elaborate
knot, then tied
the free ends to the
right post of the foot-board. This time she didn't use a
quick-release knot, but tied a clove-hitch, followed by two
half-hitches. She walked around the bed and did the same to Del's
left ankle. "There," she said, as she restored the bottom half of
the top sheet and blanket, covering Del's feet. The ends of the
ankle ropes now
emerged from the rumpled covers and stretched to the posts on
either side. She then sat on
the right side of the bed and pulled the sheet and blanket up to cover
Delfina's breasts. "Try and touch your nose," she ordered.
"Uh, why?" Delfina asked.
Christina smiled. "Just do it for me, please? As a favor
your Dastardly Kidnapper?"
"I'll try," Delfina sighed, and did so. There was slack in her
bonds, but her groping, fluttering fingers couldn't come
within a foot of her face.
"No, silly," Christina chuckled, "really
try. Use all your strength and stretch your entire
body." Her smile turned slightly wicked. "If you'd like, I
can tickle your ribs, for motivation."
"No!" Delfina gasped, with a nervous grin, and followed her captor's
orders by straining to
reach her nose with her fingers. She stretched her body until her
ankle bonds were rigid and taut, craned
and flexed her arm. This shortened the fingers-to-nose gap to
that was all. She struggled and strained... then flopped back
down. "No can do," she sighed, and locked eyes with
Christina. "And you're right about the ropes not tightening."
Christina nodded. "One last rope lesson," she said, and released
the loop of the quick-release knot securing the right wrist rope.
After removing about two inches of slack, she retied
the doubled rope using a clove-hitch, then knelt and tied another knot
foot of the headboard, down near the floor. "I know you can't see
what I'm doing," she said, "so I'll explain." She walked around
the bed and retied the left rope in the same
manner. "A clove-hitch," she said, pointing at the knot around
the post. She then pointed towards the floor, "and the final, key
knot, the knot which must be untied before you can loosen your bonds
your way out, is two half-hitches, waaaay
down near the floor, where
you can't possibly reach it."
Delfina's nipples were exposed, again, so Christina restored the
covers. Smiling sweetly, she sat back down and gently combed
Delfina's hair away from her face, again. "So, the Billionaire's
Daughter is safely squirreled away in her Kidnappers' secret lair,
helpless... and completely at their mercy."
Another thrill manifested itself, and this time it emanated
from between Delfina's legs. She clutched the braided knots in
her hands and tugged on her bonds. Helpless... Christina's robe
was gaping, slightly, as she leaned across Del's body, and the
"Billionaire's Daughter" was afforded a peek at the top halves of her
beautiful " Kidnapper's" breasts, with a fleeting
glimpse of one nipple. Delfina's eyes darted back to Christina's
face, and she noted the coy smile twisting her captor's lips. Did she notice? Del wondered.
She felt a blush warm her cheeks.
Christina reached into the pocket of her robe and produced a roll of
flesh-colored tape and a pair of nurse's bandage scissors. "The
final element of tonight's lesson," she purred, and held up the
roll. "Three-inch Elastoplast, the modern version of what the
Brit's used to call 'sticking
plaster'." She pulled a generous length from the roll, perhaps
nine inches, then used the scissors to snip it free.
"It's hypoallergenic, and adheres to skin like crazy. The best
material for a tape-gag there is, in my opinion, in terms
of function and aesthetics."
"Y-you're going to gag me?" Delfina gasped, then felt her blush
deepen. "Of course you are," she muttered. "What
self-respecting kidnapper doesn't gag her victim?"
"No stuffing this time," Christina grinned, "just the tape. Lips
Del swallowed, then held her head still. Still smiling, Christina
stretched the tape between her two hands, pressed it over Del's mouth,
then used her fingers and palms to smooth it down.
"I just love this stuff," Christina purred, continuing to
smooth the tape. "I can see the outline of your lips in full
detail. Beautiful." She straightened Del's hair, again,
then sat back and smiled, gazing into her prisoner's eyes. "I'll
make sure you get a good look in the mirror before I peel it off... in
Delfina squirmed and weakly tugged on her bonds. In the morning? All night?
had been that talk of a "new level" and time—but
there it was, out in the
open. And I let her do it... I
let her tie me to the bed.
Christina gazed down at Delfina for several seconds, letting her
student and captive explore her situation. "Okay, Del," she said,
homework assignment is... nothing."
Delfina's eyebrows rose in mild surprise. "Nrrr?"
"That's right," Christina said, with a coy smile.
"Nothing." She stood, leaned down, and tucked the top fold of the
between the mattress and box-spring. "Imagine anything you like,"
she said, as she walked around the bed to the other side.
"Pretend anything you want." She pulled the covers taut, then
tucked in the edges, making it nice and tight. The top folds of
sheet and blanket now pressed down, almost like one of
the cargo straps that had pinned Del's mummified form to the table out
the porch, this morning.
Christine walked around the bed, again, this time tying back the
mosquito netting at
all four corners as she went. She then smiled down at Delfina's
tape-gagged form. "Fantasy and imagination are irrelevant.
You're my prisoner—for real. This is the only sure way for you to
appreciate the mindset of the damsel-in-distress, Delfina, so I've
decided to kidnap you, for real."
Del watched her hostess—her kidnapper—turn and stroll through the
bedroom door. She's kidding,
of course, she reassured herself. She's just helping me get into the exercise.
She tugged on her bonds and squirmed under the covers. Helpless... kidnapped... bound and
gagged... The thrill returned, again, and Del was very
much aware that there was nothing she could do about it, not with
respect to "tension
relief". The lantern nightlight was still
glowing. She glanced around the bedroom. The gauzy drapes
of the open windows were stirring in the gentle ocean breeze. Her
travel alarm was on the nightstand, next to the nightlight; however,
probably when Christina had turned on the light, the clock had fallen
face, rendering it useless as a timepiece. She guessed it
was about eleven...
Delfina lay back and tried to relax (ignoring the frisson of arousal quivering
through her pussy, again).
Fantasy, she mused. I'm a kidnapped billionaire's daughter...
bound and gagged prisoner in an isolated beach house, miles from
She turned her head and gazed at the tight (but comfortable) loops of
white rope binding her right wrist and hand. She opened and
closed her hand around the knots, then tugged on the rope. The
twin strands of
braided nylon snapped taut, and held. Her biceps
and forearm muscles tensed, but the rope defeated her efforts with
Reality—I'm a kidnapped, bound and
gagged prisoner in an isolated beach house, miles from nowhere...
She pulled on all four elements of her bonds with all her
strength—straining for several seconds—then relaxed. All she
accomplished was a slight slackening in the doubled band of the covers
across her breasts.
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to face the
bed... and smiled. "Oh, you're awake," she chuckled.
"Of course," Polly muttered, and the little blonde was, indeed
awake. She was lying on her back on the bed,
naked, with her hands behind her head. Other than the moonlight
from the two open windows, the only light in the room was from the
Christina walked to the bed, then turned to gaze at the TV. On
the screen, Delfina was spreadeagled to her bed with a strip of
Elastoplast covering her mouth, captured by Christina and the tiny camera hidden in
the guest bedroom's ventilation duct. As Christina and Polly
the captive tested her bonds. The image was dark and a
grainy, but the nightlight on the nightstand shed enough light for
their purpose, to allow Del's "kidnappers" to monitor their prisoner.
Christina focused on her protege. "Have you been a good girl and
kept your hands in you hair, like I told you to?"
"Yes, I've been a good
girl," Polly huffed. "The back of my head is the only thing I've
"Good," Christina purred, then opened her robe and let it drop to the
floor. She was now as naked as Polly. "Fold your arms
behind your back and cup your elbows with your hands," she ordered, and
Polly sighed and followed her Mistress' orders. Christina lay on
the bed and snuggled close to the diminutive blonde.
"I don't know why you're being so mean," Polly muttered.
Christine snaked one arm behind Polly's shoulders and used her other
hand to straighten the pouting blonde's hair. "You know why,
silly," she chuckled, "so you'll be in the
proper mood for what lies ahead."
"You're still being mean," Polly said. "If you weren't makin'
such a big freakin' deal about it—Mrrmpfh!"
Christina's hand was now off Polly's shoulder and tightly clamped over
her mouth. "Shhh, quiet,
Little Bit," she cooed, and caressed Polly's left breast with
her other hand. "Keep clutching those elbows, and I want you to
cross your ankles and point your toes."
Polly whined in protest through her mentor's hand-gag, but followed
her orders. Christina's free hand wandered over Polly's upper
body, squeezing her breasts, massaging her taut nipples, and slowly
making its way to her lower tummy.
"We'll let Delfina simmer for an hour," Christina
whispered, "while we watch, and while you
simmer." Her hand slid between Polly's legs
and gently caressed her labia—and Polly whined, again. "Don't
cum, Little Bit," Christina warned. "No matter what I do, don't
Both pair of eyes were on the screen. Delfina was slowly writhing
in her bonds... helpless... kidnapped.
Polly whined, again. Christina's hand had left her crotch and was
gliding over her flat tummy.
"Be strong, Little Bit," Christina purred. "Be strong, and think
about what you're gonna do to Del... in one hour."
Polly shivered in her self-imposed immobility, and stared at the
screen. Del had stopped her pointless struggles and her eyes were
closed. Apparently, she'd given up pretending she had any chance
had decided to get some shuteye. Sleep
while you can, Del-licious, Polly mused, and shivered,
again. Christina's hand was back between her legs, teasing her
It was going to be a long hour.
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something had woken her up. She squirmed
bonds, testing them yet again, but
without any real hope of getting free. She just needed to
move. She was coming to realize that the major downside of being
kidnapped and tied to a bed, aside from total loss of control of every
aspect of her life,
was not being able to roll
over onto her side.
So, what woke me up? she
wondered, then her eyes popped wide. Oh!
Polly had stepped from the shadows and was smiling down at her.
little blonde was wearing a long robe, and from the way it draped her
diminutive frame, Del suspected it might be the very same robe
been wearing when she lashed her to the bed.
"So... she really did it," Polly purred, an evil smile on her pixie
face. "Christina tied you to your bed." She leaned forward
and ran her hand across the sheet and blanket folds covering Delfina's
breasts. "This is too good an opportunity to let pass."
Delfina wasn't sure how she should react. For one thing, if she
tried anything subtle, the tape plastered over her mouth might confuse
the signal she was trying to send. Nonchalant indifference?
Might come across as
flirtation. Angry defiance? Too theatrical. Might
seem... shallow. Smiling
(tape-gagged smiling) and going along with the game? Waaaaay too much chance of sending
some sort of go-signal. After all, Polly was the "Mad Bomber" with the
magic wand (vibrator) who had "blown her up", yesterday.
Polly upped the ante by taking hold of the covers and slowly pulling
them away, exposing all of Del's spreadeagled body! The tiny
intruder then stood, stripped the top-sheet and
blanket completely from the bed, bundled them up, and tossed them away
into the darkness.
This made up Delfina's mind for her, or rather, caused her instincts to
take charge. The captive squirmed, pulled on her bonds, mewled through
her gag, and glared at Polly with wide, frightened eyes.
"Don't play coy," Polly chuckled. She sat down on the bed, again,
and began sliding her right hand over Del's flat tummy. The
shivered and tried to squirm away, without success. "I've already
given you a full-body massage," Polly purred. "This morning,
remember? Your smooth, tan skin and I have already met."
Delfina tried to assert herself. "Mrrrf!" She tugged on her
bonds, again, and locked eyes with the grinning blonde.
"Keep it down, please," Polly chuckled, then leaned close and ran her
fingers through Delfina's hair. "The walls are all more or less
soundproof, and the doors are thick and solid, both yours and
Christina's, and both are closed... at least, Christina's was closed
tiptoed down the hall." She continued combing Delfina's hair with
her fingers, smoothing it away from her face. "There's no way
Chris will hear you, no matter how you try and scream through that
pathetic gag. But, I want you to keep quiet for me, okay?"
Delfina tried glaring a display of outraged defiance, but wasn't
at all sure she was carrying it off... not very well, anyway.
Polly's smiled turned chillingly sinister. "And just in case you
need motivation..." She seized Delfina's nose and pinched the
Del squirmed and thrashed, but found her attempts to scream through her
gag—and to breathe—were
totally ineffective! The only sound in
the room was the quiet thump of her body against the mattress as she
struggled and thrashed.
"Three... two... one," Polly whispered, and released her hold.
Delfina expelled the stale air from her lungs, then drew in
fresh. Her heart was pounding and her breasts
"Do you get the idea?" Polly purred, and Delfina frantically
nodded. "Good." Polly returned to stroking her captive's
abdomen. "Struggle and move all you want. You won't escape
from Christina's ropes, believe me. When Chris ties you up... you
stay tied up. Anyway, struggle all you want, I enjoy watching you
struggle. But no noise."
Delfina tried a defiant glare, again, but abandoned the attempt when
Polly's hand slid lower and brushed against her labia. "Mrrf!"
"Shhh," Polly whispered, as she began a gentle massage of Del's
pussy. "I have two hands, remember. I can reach your nose and down here."
Delfina went rigid in her bonds, and squeezed her eyes tightly
closed. She was trying to squeeze her thighs together, as well,
but the ankle ropes wouldn't let her.
Polly continued her gentle massage. "You're so beautiful, like
this," she cooed, then withdrew her hand, and stood.
Delfina opened her eyes and she focused on Polly. The little
was removing her robe—Christina's borrowed robe.
Smiling sweetly, she let it fall to the floor. Polly was wearing
nothing, underneath. She climbed on the bed and lay against
Delfina's spreadeagled form.
"So beautiful," Polly whispered, and resumed teasing Delfina's
labia. "Bound and gagged... kidnapped... naked... so
Delfina squirmed and shivered. She was becoming increasingly
wet. She couldn't help it.
"Remember," Polly whispered in her ear. "Wiggle all you want, but
no noise... not even when I make you cum. No noise."
Del was panting through her nostrils and rocking her thighs against
Polly's hand—that wicked, evil, wonderful
hand. She was trying to escape, of course, not reacting to being frigged by a
tiny, devilishly cute, blond kidnapper—and certainly not cooperating or encouraging the little demon's
efforts to make
her cum. Not that it mattered... not that she had any control of the situation...
not that she could prevent Polly from doing what she was doing... and
doing... and doing!
"Like a bunny, Del," Polly whispered, kissing the writhing prisoner's
ear and licking the side of her neck. "I'm going to make you cum
like a crazy little bunny, over and over."
Delfina squeezed her eyes closed, again—and eventually—she
came. She may have
been whining through her
gag, but she wasn't sure. It may
the buzzing in her head—as her vagina quivered and waves of
unendurable pleasure rippled through her body—unendurable unless you
happen to be tied down and gagged and have no choice but to endure.
"That's one," Polly chuckled, and kissed Del's cheek. "I see no
need to keep an actual count, of course. Once we get up around
twelve, it'll probably be too difficult to tell the mini-gasms from
multi-gasms, anyway. And we'll both be waaay beyond caring."
Delfina panted and tugged on both wrist bonds. The ropes snapped
taut and the knots in her closed hands tightened, but her bonds held,
as always. Oh, god! she
thought. The little
fiend! Polly's hand was moving again.
"Let's try another finger-fiddle, shall we?" Polly whispered.
"And then... for round three... I'll show you some of the things
Christina's taught me to do with my
Oh, god! Del thought, and
squeezed her eyes closed, again.
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and shoulders comfortably
cushioned by a pile of pillows. Her eyes were
focused on the TV across the dark room. She couldn't follow all of what Polly was doing to
Delfina. The light in the guestroom was too dim. Maybe
I should upgrade my cameras,
the one in that room,
She could see enough, that was for sure. Polly's having herself a ball! Christina
Inappropriate choice of words,
having herself a pussy? No, too precious. Polly's
having a good time. That'll have to do. Her smile
broadened. And it certainly
seems to be doing it for Del!
Christina reflected that her position mirrored Del's, with the
exception of her arms and hands. Of course,
there were no ropes tying her to her bed, and no Elastoplast gag, and her pussy
was being stroked by her own fingers, as opposed to Polly's
Christina never allowed herself to be bound and
gagged. That was Polly's role at Seaglass... and now... Delfina's.
It wasn't like Christina had never been
had been many years since she'd felt ropes binding her body... and
liked it that way. She liked being
At the moment, Polly was between Delfina's legs, again, and was giving
her pussy a tongue lashing... another
tongue lashing. They'd been at it for more than an
hour, and Christina was impressed, with both her protege's and Del's
stamina. She noted that Polly no longer needed to use her hands
to hold Delfina's thighs apart, but the Kidnap Victim was still tugging
on her bonds and sliding the heels of her bound feet against the taut
sheet. Del probably doesn't
even realize she's 'cooperating', Christina thought, a wry
smile curling her lips as she worked her own pussy. She probably
doesn't even know she's splaying her knees and making things easier for
Polly's tongue. This is going well.
Christina continued stroking her labia, and mentally reviewed her plans
for the next day. Tomorrow would be crucial—the point of
no return for herself and her protege—and the defining moment of
So beautiful, Christina
mused as she stared at the screen, both
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