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the house was brighter than it had been earlier, when Polly had
dragged Del on her "tour" and shown her the concrete cell in the
foundations. The late afternoon sun was sending more light
through the horizontal gaps between the planks of gray
addition, the bulb of a light fixture mounted among the floor
was burning brightly, providing even more illumination.
"Nrrrrf!" Del screamed
through her gag.
—Faith Blendel was
in a rusty metal chair, naked,
"M'mrfh!" Faith screamed, as well, but the volume of her
the "conversation" was even more reduced than Del's.
large had been stuffed in her mouth, and tight, multiple bands
duct-tape encircled her lower face and head, making sure it was
to stay. Her flushed cheeks bulged above the silver-gray
wrappings. Her honey-blond hair had been gathered atop her
and was bound in a
snarl of hemp rope, a taut, vertical strand of which stretched
Faith's feet were inside a wooden box, and to the left, Polly,
wearing her white bikini, was using a shovel to stir
the contents of a wheelbarrow. The end of a garden hose
nozzle was under her bare feet, and nearby was a large, empty,
paper sack, the label of which read—
"Nrrrrf!" Del screamed,
"Little Bit has really outdone herself, this time," Christina
"Thank you, Mistress," Polly giggled, continuing to stir.
"Come take a closer look," Christine added, and pulled Del
Faith's bonds consisted of more of the hemp rope and countless
plastic cable-ties. The ties
bound her arms behind her back and the chair, pressing her
wrists, thumbs, and fingers tightly together. Her thighs,
and lower legs were cable-tie bound, as well. The
ties binding her thumbs and
fingers were thin and short, while the rest were
thick and long. As Faith squirmed and
the long, untrimmed ends of the ties rattled and shook. In
hemp rope was lashing her to the chair, with tight, neat
bands across her lap and
waist, above and below her breasts, and across her
Finally, for no good reason other than general bitchiness on
part, a cable-tie
had been looped around the base of each of Faith's breasts, then
tightened to the point that the fleshy globes bulged like a pair of
balloons They were flushed a
"Look in the box," Christina suggested, and Delfina did so.
The box had been hammered together from scraps of lumber, and
was two or three times the size of a milk crate. A layer
river rocks covered the bottom, and a few inches above the
stones, four lengths of half-inch, steel rebar had been inserted
holes drilled in the sides. The ends extended an inch or
beyond the box on either side,
in place. The first bar was behind Faith's ankles, the
heels, the third under the balls of her feet, and the fourth
toes. Cable-ties had been used to strap Faith's ankles and
to the rusty bars, with the tiny ties used to bind each of her
All of Faith's bonds, cable-ties and rope, were tight enough to
her firm, tan flesh. Her pale-blue eyes gazed
Del in fear and horror. Then, she shifted her gaze to
Christina. "M'mmmpfh!" she pleaded, and it was very clear
she was pleading.
"Oh, Faith," Christina purred, slowly shaking her head, "you had
chance. All I asked for was a new contract, a better
contract, a fair contract.
find a new publisher, one who better appreciates my
history, you know that won't be difficult."
Del shifted her horrified gaze to Polly and the
little blonde was using her shovel to turn a gray, wet, sandy
slurry that had the consistency of thick pancake batter—or wet
"Hydraulic cement is the kind that doesn't break down in wet
Polly explained, then shifted her smile to Faith, "like at the
of the ocean." She shifted her gaze again, this time to
Christina locked eyes with Faith, and nodded.
"Nrrrrf!" Del and Faith screamed, in unison.
Polly lifted a shovel load of the gray, soupy mixture and poured
into the box. Sploosh!
coating on the prisoner's tan skin. A second shovel load
followed. Sploosh! And then a
"Don't worry," Christina said, in an aside to Delfina. Her
were still on Faith, who was struggling for all she was worth
staring in horror at the gray ooze rising to engulf her
few days after that sets, I'll give her one last chance to give
new contract. If she still
chip her way out of the box."
"We'll keep her in slave chains, of course," Polly
"Wouldn't want her running away after she finishes her work."
Del's vision blurred, and she blinked her eyes. She
groggy... sleepy. Her
heart was pounding with horror and fear, but she felt herself
detached from the situation.
"Let's leave Polly and Faith to their fun, shall we?" Christina
then turned Del around and led her towards the open door.
Del dug her heels in the sand and moaned through her gag,
over her shoulder at Faith—but
had a firm grip on one of the harness straps, and she
couldn't prevent herself from being dragged away. As they
the threshold, Del's last sight of her editor and friend was her
weeping, terrified eyes peering at her over her tight tape-gag.
"She's beautiful like that," Christina asked, "isn't she?"
Del blinked, again. Crazy!
crazy! Now, her vision was beginning to swim, and
it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. Sleeping pills, she
realized. Chris gave me
and into the house, then back to the
empty room on the second floor.
By the time they arrived, Del was losing her struggle to stay
Without being fully aware exactly how it happened, she found
herself back on the doggy-bed, with her head and shoulders in
Christina's denim-clad lap—and Chris was smiling down at her and
stroking her hair... and her breasts... and her stomach.
"Go to sleep, Del-licious," Christina purred, "and dream of all
sweet, wonderful things I might do to you while you
you'll wake to find yourself in chains and locked in my dungeon
the house. Maybe you'll wake mummified in duct-tape from
toe, with one of Polly's toys tucked between your legs, teasing
and kissed Del's forehead. "Maybe you'll wake in total
naked, in a coffin-sized box, buried six feet under the sand,
a thin snorkel-pipe keeping you alive. Or maybe it'll do
something really mean
Del couldn't focus... couldn't keep her eyes open... couldn't
process what Christina was saying. Warm, soft lips kissed
again, and more words were being spoken, but it was far away,
couldn't make any sense of the words, none whatsoever, and—
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and found herself staring up at the underside of the mosquito
net canopy surrounding the bed in the guest room... her guest room... the one
been sleeping in before...
Del sat up, and found she really was in the guest room, in
She was naked, and under the sheet and light blanket she'd used
before—before she was kidnapped. She lifted her hands from
the covers and stared at the black leather mittens and cuffs
and padlocked around her closed fists. I'm still kidnapped, she
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Faith
Blendel entered the room. She was wearing shorts
white cotton blouse. "Good, you're finally awake," the
honey-blonde chuckled. "Use the
john and come on down for breakfast. It's almost ready."
And then she was gone, leaving the door open behind her.
"W-what?" Del gasped. Faith—not
with her feet encased in cement and bound and gagged down
under the house? Breakfast?
Del stared at the open door, then at the mitten-cuffs locked on
hands. It wasn't a
herself. It was all
real, and I'm not dreaming now. She kicked her
of the covers and rolled off the
bed. Other than the mittens, she was nude, totally nude, and
completely free—no ankle
cuffs, harness, or gag. Even the scrunchy was gone,
hair a tousled mess.
She did have to
tinkle, and she was hungry.
the chest of drawers, much less dress herself. Well, I want answers, she
decided, and food, and to hell
She padded down the hall to the bathroom, relieved herself, then
for the stairs. The faint sound of clattering plates,
laughter echoed up from below. Answers! One mitten-encased
hand on the rail, she descended the stairs. When she came
kitchen, she slowly, cautiously eased around the edge of the
gazed inside. Polly and Faith
were setting the table for four. Polly was still
in her bikini, but today her hair had been parted down the
either side of her pixie face in girlish braids.
Suddenly, Christina appeared behind Delfina. "There you
said, kissing her startled guest's lips as she breezed past and
into the kitchen.
"What the hell is going on?" Del demanded. It wasn't
angry growl, but it was clear she wasn't in the mood for
"Mornin' Del-licious," Polly giggled.
"Del-licious," Faith giggled, "I love it." She smiled at
naked friend. "Del-licious."
"In answer to your question," Christina said, "Joe's Scramble is
the hell is going on."
"What?" Del blurted.
"Ground beef, onions, garlic, spinach, eggs," Polly
"You know, Joe's Scramble." she nodded at Faith. "Dimples
said it's your favorite."
"One of her favorites," Faith countered.
"Stop it!" Del screamed. Her eyes were welling, and she
starting to get angry.
Christina stepped forward, took Del by the arm, and led her into
kitchen. "Easy," she whispered, then turned to the
others. "And you two stop being cute."
"Yes, Mistress," Polly and Faith responded in unison, then
smile and a wink and went
back to completing the meal preparations.
"I'll explain everything," Christina reassured Del, "but first,
eat. I know you're hungry."
Delfina lifted her mitten-encased hands.
"Yes, sorry about those," Christina purred, "but I had to be
had a chance to talk—"
"Before you run
out of the house," Polly interrupted.
"Last warning, Little Bit," Christina said. She was
her tone was serious.
Polly dropped her gaze to the floor. "Yes, Mistress."
"Have a seat, Del," Christina said, pulling out a chair.
The others carried plates loaded
with the steaming scramble, warm toast, and oven roasted diced
Del's eyes were welling. "I—"
Christina kissed her, again. "C'mon. I'll feed you."
Delfina sat and placed her mitten encased hands on her
lap. She was hungry—for
food and answers.
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concrete," Polly said, explaining why Faith wasn't down below,
waiting for her one-way sea voyage. "It was beach sand and
little powdered charcoal. I snagged an empty cement bag
construction site as a prop."
They were all more than halfway through the meal, with Christina
feeding herself and her naked, mitten-cuffed house-guest.
"Those damn cable-ties were real enough," Faith complained, as
consumed the last of her potatoes. She focused on
"Christina's stage direction
was: 'Faith Blendel, naked, bound, gagged, and helpless'; but,
usual, Polly got carried
Polly giggled. "Too much is never enough," she quoted.
"You were in on all of
accused, glaring at her honey-blond friend,
"from the beginning."
"Of course," Faith laughed. "What kind of an editor would
I be if
I let my authors wallow in ennui when they should be writing
Del continued to glare. "So, you sent me out here to be
stripped naked, tied up and gagged, and repeatedly raped by
Bit' over there."
"'Rape' is such a harsh word,"
"Our 'research' was a
experience, wasn't it, Del?" Christina asked, then loaded her
the last bite of scramble on Del's plate and offered it to her
Del sighed, opened her mouth, and accepted the food. She
chewed and swallowed. "Yes," she admitted, "but why did
to be such a sadistic nut-job at the end, there?"
Christina smiled, then held Del's coffee cup so she could
"Military training, no matter how real, is no substitute for
combat. That's an analogy, of course, but I think it's an
accurate one As long as you knew we were just playing a
hadn't really been
kidnapped, I could
only show you so much."
Delfina nodded. "Well... what now? How do you know
going to call the cops?"
"You won't do that," Polly laughed.
"Why the hell not?" Del demanded. "Why should I let you
with terrorizing me?"
"Because it was a
experience," Christina said, "and you know we love you, don't
Delfina sighed. She was angry, very angry, but she knew Faith (intimately),
and clearly the whole
thing had been a practical joke, for want of a better
looked from Christine's smiling face, to Polly's dimpled smirk,
Faith's goofy, ever-so-slightly chagrined grin. They love me? And I know it?
do. I really do. She nodded.
"Besides," Polly added, "it would be your word against ours."
Christina frowned. "Polly!"
"I was speaking objectively,"
Polly responded, "exploring practical aspects of
the situational dynamic, like you taught me, remember? We
are all writers,
nodded at Faith. "—except
for the parasitic, commercial leech, of course. No
"Oh, none taken," Faith responded, sipping her coffee. She
at Del. "Anyway, I'll back you up if you do decide to go to the
authorities. Not with respect to
Edna the cash cow, of course," referring to Christina by her pen
name, "but with respect to the little blonde psycho. We'll
the cops it was all her
doing. When she gets out of prison, she can write me a
Polly stuck her tongue out at Faith, then began clearing the
"I understand you're angry," Christina said, smiling at Del,
"which is another reason for the mittens. I wanted to make
you had a cooling off period."
"Which should go pretty quickly, considering the lack of
"Are you kidding?" Faith sighed. "This time of year, nothing ever cools
Christina rolled her eyes, then placed a hand on Delfina's
"Are you okay?"
"I'm not in a blind rage, if that's what you mean." She
her hostess for several seconds, then sighed. "Okay,
the hook—with respect to the cops, anyway."
"Good enough," Christina chuckled, and produced her
unlocked the padlocks of the mitten-cuffs and unbuckled the
held them so Del could pull her hands free.
Del flexed her fingers and hands, then
smiled at Christina. "There is one condition," she purred.
"I need more research," Del explained.
"Oh goody!" Polly giggled. "Del-licious wants to be tied
Del shook her head. "Del-licious does not want to be tied up
more. Del-licious needs to explore the other side of the kidnap
"What does that mean?" Polly chuckled, then her smile
"Oh!" The little blonde heaved a theatrical sigh.
go, again. 'The Perils of Poor Polly'."
"I can see how a little revenge might clear the air," Christina
chuckled. "Polly will complain, of course, but she won't
little time as your kidnapper's practice dummy."
Still smiling, Delfina locked eyes with her
hostess. She picked up her coffee cup, took a slow sip,
it back down. "Who's talking about Polly?"
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Del and Faith
were enjoying the beach, reclined on the lounge chairs near the
fire-pit. Both were dressed for the occasion—Del in the
"paprika-red" string bikini Faith had helped her shop for
back in the city—Faith in a white, very French-cut, very décolléte
one-piece. Both had already indulged in a relaxing swim
basking long enough for their hair to have dried.
"I may never go
"Amen," Faith sighed.
Del glanced at her watch. "Oh, look at the time. I
missed the scheduled start of the next experiment."
"I would have reminded you," Faith chuckled, glancing at her own
Del smiled. "How very conscientious."
Faith lifted her hands over her head and stretched her tan,
body full-length, sighing and pointing her toes, then smiled at
fellow sunbather. "What's next on the program?"
Del picked up a clipboard and consulted a list. "Uh...
on 'four', and Numero Dos on 'two'." She was referring to
settings of an identical pair of "silver bullet"
model was waterproof, and their thumb-sized vibratory modules
attached by long, thin wires to combination four-speed remote
And where, exactly, were the modules in question?
A cardboard box was resting on the sand between the two
"Is the coast clear?" Del asked. Faith looked up and down
the beach, then nodded. Del lifted the box and moved it to
the other side
of her chair, revealing—
Polly Nestor's head!
The rest of the little blonde was buried under the sand, of
to the vibrator question, "Numero Uno" was lodged inside the
blonde's pussy, and
"Numero Dos" was tucked in her anus.
And oh-by-the-way, Polly was hogtied with a large portion of the
nylon rope she had used to tie Del to the post in Christina's
office. Del, herself, had done the honors, binding Polly's
elbows, knees, and ankles, as well as pinning her arms to her
her thighs to her ankles. Faith's contribution (and minor
come in the form of the small cable-ties binding
Polly's thumbs and big-toes together.
"How ya doin', there, Slave-Sister?" Del inquired.
The question was rhetorical, as Polly's mouth was plugged by the
two-inch ball-gag Del had endured during the later part of her captivity. The
vibrator remotes rested on the sand in front of the
blonde's sweaty, grimacing face. Each bore a small patch
their designation lettered in waterproof marker. Polly
with dread as Del and Faith each picked up a remote and changed
"Ready?" Del asked, consulting her watch.
"Ready," Faith confirmed.
"Three, two, one, and now!"
Polly whined through her gag as the vibrators were switched
She whined, again, as her tormentors returned the remotes to the
Del and Faith watched as Polly—Polly's head, anyway—shuddered and
twisted. She continued moaning and whining, her eyes
"This must be a good one," Faith posited.
"'Good' being a relative term," Del chuckled, "but I think
right. I bet the mismatched settings are causing all sorts
harmonic, uh, thingies. I
never any good at physics."
"Neither was I, but I know what you mean," Faith purred.
Just then, a tinkling, clattering noise sounded from the
direction of the house.
"Oh, good," Faith said, glancing over her shoulder at the trail
the dunes. "Drinks!"
"It's about time," Del muttered.
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in steel shackles and collar, all joined
steel chains. The restraints were "dungeon hardware" of
manufacturer, but designed to envoke
their medieval antecedents. In addition, a steel chastity
was padlocked around Christina's waist and through her
was also rather medieval in appearance. The toned, firm,
forty-something body of the Mistress of Seaglass was otherwise
naked. She carried a tray with an insulated carafe and
"Drinks, Mistresses?" Christina sighed as she neared the
"Is that the manner in which you were told to address your
Christina sighed. "May this humble slave offer drinks to
"You may," Del conceded.
Christina knelt in the sand near the fire-pit, her back to the
grimacing, shivering, whining head, then set down the
eyes kept darting to Polly as she filled two tumblers with a
rum punch, added straws and a garnish of sliced lime, and handed
to her "Beautiful Mistresses".
Del pointed to a tin bucket next to the old equipment trunk a
to the right of the pit. "Cool-off your Junior
Slave-Sister," she ordered.
"At once, Beautiful Mistress," Christina sighed. She
herself to her feet, went to the trunk and lifted the bucket,
shuffled to the
surf. She waded out until the waves were splashing her
filled the bucket, and began the shuffling journey back to the
"She has such pretty breasts,"
"Very pretty," Del agreed, also in a whisper.
Christina had returned. She stepped behind Polly's head
the bucket at the ready.
"Slowly," Del warned. "Minimal splashing."
"Yes, Beautiful Mistress," Christina sighed, and began pouring
seawater over Polly's head. She started with a trickle,
slowly increased the volume. In seconds, Polly's head was
soaked. The remaining water streamed down her matted hair
glistening face and soaked into
the sand. Mission accomplished, Christina carried the
its former position, then returned to kneel between the fire-pit
Chris gazed at Polly. Several
strands of the little blonde's sopping wet hair were now
face. She stole a glance at her "Beautiful Mistress",
and when she found Del looking back, quickly dropped her gaze to
A ghost of a smile curled her lips, threatening to dimple her
but she remained properly respectful.
Del wasn't fooled, but neither was she inclined to take
She watched as Christina noted the settings
and "on" condition of the two vibrator remotes, and the "Senior
Slave-Sister's" struggle to
control her amusement intensified. "Junior Slave-Sister?"
asked, addressing Polly, "would you like to cum?"
Polly turned her head to face Del, as best she could,
"Well," Del continued, pausing to sip her drink, "wait 'til
Faith and I have finished our rum-punches, so we can properly
"You're getting good at this Cruel Mistress stuff," Faith noted,
sipping her own drink.
"Good teachers," Del purred. "Are you thirsty?" she
The question was for
"Yes, Beautiful Mistress," Chris answered, her eyes still gazing
sand between her knees and Polly's head.
"I thought so ," Del said. "You may pour a punch for
and for Little Bit. I think she'll be ready for a drink,
once I let her cum."
"Yes, Beautiful Mistress," Christina repeated, and lifted the
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"Well, I hope
you're happy," Polly huffed.
"Granted, this was not how
expected all of this would turn out,"
Christina chuckled. "I expected Del to become my devoted
like you, 'Junior Slave-Sister'."
Polly laughed. "But instead, you get a taste of what it's like to be the
helpless captive of a
cruel Mistress, for a change."
"More like a reminder, Little Bit," Christina sighed.
stretched, and she knew her protege was curious. "I'll
the thrilling, cautionary tale of my early years, Polly, but not
tonight. Anyway... this is not what I expected."
They were lying on the bed in Delfina's former guest room.
Christina was on her back with her head towards the
Polly was on her stomach, on top her Mistress, with her head towards the foot
bed. Both were
with each of their wrists
attached to one of their partner's ankles, left-to-left and
right-to-right, using a mixture of steel handcuffs and padlocked
leather cuffs. This had seriously depleted the Seaglass
of lockable restraints. The captives were otherwise
unrestrained, but attempting to escape would be a very awkward
proposition. Even getting off the bed was iffy, and would
questionable value. Their captor (Delfina, of course) had
her suitcase and moved down the hall, and in the process had
anything with her she thought might be of value to prisoners
to regain their freedom. Icing on the proverbial cake, the
bedroom door was locked.
"The phrase 'hoist by one's own petard' comes to mind," Polly
"Not to worry, my little Shakespeare scholar," Christine
"She'll probably let us go in the morning."
"Or not," Polly sighed.
"Or not," Christina agreed.
"Do you want to roll over?" Polly offered.
"Do you want to roll
"I'm fine, for now," Polly responded, then grasped her Mistress'
ankles, tucked her arms between Christina's legs, and pulled.
Christina didn't resist, so this bent her knees and brought her
close to Polly's shoulders. She didn't resist, either, as
protege used her forearms to spread her thighs apart.
kissed Christina's labia, then delivered a slow, wet lick their
"You little scamp," Christina chuckled, quivering under Polly's
warm, soft body. "Again?"
Polly delivered another lick, probing deeper, this time.
her head. "Too much is never
returned to the task at hand—or at tongue, in
Christina shivered, again. "Scamp," she sighed, grabbed
ankles and pulled them close, mirroring her companion's
She then lifted
her head and put her own tongue to work.
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"Yes, I'll let them go, tomorrow," Del answered. "It's
wrangling slaves. I'm supposed to be on vacation."
Faith smiled. "You surprise me,"
she said. They were under
the covers of Christina's king-size bed, with Delfina curled up
her left side. Both were naked.
"I surprise you?" Del
chuckled. "I think I'm
who's filled her quota of being surprised on this innocent
Faith kissed the top of Del's head. "I warned
Christina to be careful, that you might freak out if she took
far. You surprised us both, and let her take things even
I think she'd planned."
"Yeah," Delfina huffed, "I let
I didn't 'freak
out', as you put it?"
"The way you handled yourself after it was all over," Faith
answered. "You're a pillar of strength, Del."
Del chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a walking cliché."
lifted her body and threw back the covers. This revealed
that Faith's arms had been folded behind her back and bound in a
box-tie with white nylon rope. Del caressed one of Faith's
with a gentle hand. Her other hand and its attached elbow
smiling head. "I like your tits."
"Thanks," Faith chuckled. "The way you have me tied gives
little support." The breasts in question were bulging
bands of white, braided nylon pinning Faith's arms to her sides,
objective viewer would have to agree
that they didn't really
need any support.
"Yes," Del continued, "they aren't all that big, but they're
"We can't all have
splendiferous hooters," Faith countered.
"Oh, look," Del purred, delicately teasing Faith's nipple with
fingernails, "your little gals
"For a newcomer to all this fun-with-rope stuff," Faith said,
teeth, "I can't get over how fast you're learning."
Delfina smiled, then sat up, piled the pillows against the
and reclined on her back against the impromptu cushion.
a favor and eat my pussy, would you?"
"Sure," Faith answered, rolling her eyes, "I've got nothin'
better to do." She squirmed down the bed and rolled
splayed legs. "You mean this pussy, here?" she asked,
chin at Delfina's crotch.
"That's the one," Del chuckled, then gasped as Faith nuzzled her
thighs and began licking and probing her labia. "You don't
any time, do ya?"
Faith's answer was to slide her tongue against Del's clitoris,
the tip to lift the hood, and wiggle
it back and forth.
Delfina shuddered, gently clutched a double handful of Faith's
honey-blonde locks, and pointed her toes. "It's good to be
the Mistress," she sighed.
Faith's tongue continued to tease and slide.
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