finished her lunch, placed the apple core, empty bottle, and
cloth in the bucket, and restored the lid. Supposedly,
according to the truly hilarious comedian Lena, the empty bucket
was her toilet. Kennedy's bladder was a little full, but
she could hold it if she had to, and she would not stoop—quite
literally—to urinating in a bucket. Eventually, Vivienne
and/or Lena would return, she'd demand to be released, and would
use a proper toilet—probably the one in her bedroom—after
stomping down the stairs and giving the door a nice, satisfying
slam behind her. And Viv could take her bondage games and
Lena her workout schedule and... and...
Kennedy heaved a sad sigh. Okay, she was mad, but not
bridge-burning mad, not with Vivienne. They'd fought and
made up before, back at school. As for Lena... That
was another matter. Anyway, Kennedy had a job to
finish. No more games, and no more posing.
Finally, she heard the sound of approaching feet. Time for
her angry confrontation! Or... time to stare in wide-eyed
Lena was entering the room. She was dressed as before in
sandals, jeans, and a t-shirt; however, a long chain was in her
right hand and attached to the other end of that chain was
Vivienne! Viv was naked, her ankles were locked in steel
shackles, and she was wearing a chastity belt and a scolds
bridle! The chain/leash was attached to the collar of the
Kennedy didn't know what to say. This was probably just as
well because at the moment her throat was paralyzed with
shock. All of her was paralyzed with shock.
Lena led Vivienne to her painting station, then padlocked the
end of her tether to an iron ring set in the wall nearby.
It was a very long chain, leaving Vivienne plenty of room to
paint, but it didn't look like it was long enough for her to
come any closer than a few feet to Kennedy.
Lena then walked over to Kennedy and grabbed her right hand, and
the stunned ginger finally found her voice. "No!"
But the "captive princess" couldn't prevent the smiling blonde
from locking her right wrist back in the waiting manacle.
"Lena! Have you gone crazy?" She tugged on
the manacles and started to rise to her feet.
"None of that," Lena purred, planted a hand on Kennedy's head
and forced her back down, then started doing something to the
chains linking her collar, belt, and ankle-shackles to the wall.
"Lena!" Kennedy complained, watching as her amazon nemesis
deployed a padlock with a long hasp, threaded it through several
strategically chosen chain links, and snapped it closed.
Kennedy was in the same arms raised, butt on the floor, back
against the wall, and legs folded to the side pose she'd been in
for most of the morning, but now it was permanent! She
tugged on her chains, again, and squirmed in place. "Look,
enough is enough! Let me go or—M'mpfh! Lena had her
in a tight hand-gag.
"Quiet, Princess," Lena purred. "The cloth I wrapped your
lunch in, which I assume is in your honey-bucket, will make a
nice gag if you insist of being rude. You agreed to pose
for Miss Vidler, so pose you shall. Scream all you like
after I leave. I won't hear you. But for now, you'll
keep quiet. Understand?"
Eyes wide above Lena's hand, Kennedy nodded as best she could.
"Good Princess," Lena chuckled, released her hand gag, and
picked up the bucket. She then strolled to the door and
made her exit, pulling the heavy portal closed behind her.
Kennedy stared in disbelief. There was no doorknob or
latch on this side of the door, as she'd noted earlier, and the
viewing hatch, behind its grid of iron bars, remained
closed. She shifted her gaze to Vivienne.
Her friend's shackles were similar to her own, but were polished
steel, rather than presenting a hand-forged appearance.
The chastity belt was similar and was your basic steel thong
design, but at this distance and with Vivienne now perched on
her stool, Kennedy was unable to make out any more detail.
The scold's bridle was also polished and gleaming and looked to
be close-fitting, with a horizontal forehead band, a rigid chin
strap, a wide collar, and a gag-panel of some sort.
Kennedy knew that historical scold's bridles often came with
mouth-intruding flanges that held down the wearer's tongue, and
some were quite nasty, with spikes, but she had no idea whether
or not Vivienne's bridle was so equipped.
"Vivienne Vidler," Kennedy muttered in a near whisper, "what the
hell have you gotten me into?"
Vivienne sighed through her gag, gave an apologetic shrug, then
unwrapped her brushes, renewed her palette with dabs of fresh
paint, and began to paint.
Kennedy continued staring, at a loss for words. She didn't
know exactly what reaction she'd expected. Viv certainly
wasn't in a position to verbally apologize and provide the
details of Lena's apparent history of mental illness, but
Kennedy tugged on her bonds, again. "That better be a damn
good painting," she huffed. She squirmed in place,
ignoring her semi-full bladder. Too late now, she
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Two more hours
Vivienne continued to paint and Kennedy to languish.
Kennedy was giving her alleged friend, fellow naked prisoner,
and portrait artist the cold shoulder, but she'd decided not to
scream and yell and throw a full-blown, category-five
tizzy-fit. Maybe later. Besides, verbal dressing
downs aren't nearly as satisfying when they're entirely
one-sided. The Irish princess-in-chains—Kennedy had
decided to go with Irish—sent the occasional visual dagger
speeding in the direction of the busily working naked painter,
but that was it. She'd read Viv the riot act later, after
Lena let them go and things were at a new normal. But for
now... it was the cold shoulder... and the silent treatment.
To Kennedy, Vivienne seemed repentant and sad, but even
as well as she knew her friend, it was difficult to be
sure. The scold's bridle covered a lot of Viv's
face. Anyway, her body language signaled that she was
repentant and sad, or maybe chastened and sombre.
Finally, late in the afternoon—and very overdue, in
Kennedy's languishing opinion—Lena opened the door and strolled
into the chamber.
Kennedy's blue eyes focused like lasers on the smiling blonde
and she unleashed her mighty wrath! "Now, look here, you—"
"Quiet!" Lena barked, interrupting Kennedy's tirade.
Kennedy flinched in surprise. She hadn't even wound up to
full volume before Lena shut her down. How rude!
"You're done for the day," Lena said to Vivienne, then continued
"Don't tell me to be quiet!" Kennedy shouted. "Unlock
these chains and—" Her eyes popped wide. Lena had
pulled what she believed was called a ball-gag from her hip
pocket! "No! Don't you dare—Mrrrpfh!" The ball
was in Kennedy's mouth and Lena was buckling the strap under her
ginger curls! Then—click!—Lena snapped a small
padlock through the buckle's hasp for security!
"Nrrrrr!" Kennedy tossed her head and screamed
through the rubber sphere plugging her mouth. She could
feel the padlock swing back and forth at the nape of her neck.
Meanwhile, Lena was unlocking Kennedy's chains—all of her
chains. She left the manacles for last, and when the lock
turned and the final steel cuff swung open, Kennedy released her
inner wildcat and came out swinging! Unfortunately,
against Lena, Kennedy's inner wildcat was something of a gangly
Lena grabbed Kennedy's wrists before she could land one blow,
forcibly turned her around before she could land one kick, and
proceeded to bind the struggling, mewling, naked ginger's
crossed wrists behind her back with a length of stout cord.
"Mrrrpfh!" Kennedy continued struggling and complaining as
Lena hoisted her onto her shoulder in a fireman's carry.
Stomach down, head to the rear, and flutter-kicking feet to the
front, Kennedy continued struggling.
"Settle down," Lena chuckled as she gave Kennedy's bare butt a
Kennedy was still squirming, kicking, and mewling as Lena
carried her out the door.
Vivienne watched them go, heaved a gagged sigh, and resumed
cleaning her brushes.
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tied behind her back, slung over Lena's shoulder, squirming and
angry, Kennedy was carried into her guest bedroom and tossed on
the bed. "Mrrrmpfh!" She felt Lena fumbling with her
wrist bonds, then sat up and watched the blonde amazon exit the
bedroom, closing the door behind her. Kennedy tugged on
the cord, found ever-increasing slack, and finally pulled her
hands free. She rushed to the door and tried the
knob. Locked! She stamped her bare feet in
Kennedy had limited options, two of which occurred to her
immediately. Option one: pound on the locked door in
naked, gagged impotence. Option two: relieve
herself. Her bladder made a compelling and well-reasoned
argument for the second option, while the door seemed
indifferent. She padded into the bathroom.
After finishing her business, Kennedy noticed that her
toothbrush was gone, as were her tube of toothpaste, her brush
and comb, the rest of her toiletries kit, the kit itself, the
towels and washcloths, and every other loose object in the
bathroom, even the drinking cup. She hurried into the main
bedroom and realized it had also been stripped down to the
furniture and bed linens. Her laptop, iPad, and written
notes were still on the desk, but everything else, including her
iPhone and purse, were gone. A check of the closet
revealed that her clothes and luggage were also missing.
Lena's had a busy afternoon, Kennedy surmised. She
returned to the bathroom and splashed her face—her ball-gagged
face—with water, then stared at her reflection in the
mirror. The rubber ball and leather strap were both black,
and the hardware was chromed steel. She couldn't get more
than a glimpse of part of the padlock when she turned her head,
but it appeared to be brass. The ball was a hollow sphere
pierced by about a dozen regularly spaced holes. She
realized that while the holes reduced the gag's efficiency as a
noise suppressor, they allowed her to breathe through her
mouth. They also allowed her to turn on the faucet, cup
her hands, and awkwardly drink. The gag-strap was tight
enough to make her freckled cheeks bulge, slightly. She
stared into her own angry blue eyes... then heaved a sigh.
Best to save it for Lena, she decided.
Kennedy stomped back into the bedroom and flopped onto the
bed. Reason dictated she should control her temper, but
she was angry!
How dare she treat me like this! She was thinking
about Lena, of course. She remembered Viv in the scolds
bridle, chastity belt, and leg irons. She couldn't blame
Viv for this nonsense. But wait... Lena had
chosen today to go bonkers and kidnap Vivienne and
herself? All the bondage games had suddenly come to a head
today? And Viv had nothing to do with it?
Kennedy heaved a gagged sigh, again. She needed to have a
pointed, detailed, focused talk with her college
chum. Unfortunately, locked in her bedroom—gagged—she
had no idea when that was likely to happen.
She decided to take a nap. It was either that or stare up
at the underside of the canopy, grind her teeth against the
rubber ball strapped in her mouth, and develop an ulcer.
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Kennedy snapped awake to find that Lena had returned. In
fact, Lena was on the bed, pinning her down with her weight, and
was tying her wrists behind her back with more of the stout cord
she'd used before. This time, Kennedy's hands were
palm-to-palm instead of being crossed. Kennedy squirmed
and struggled and mewled through her gag, but she could tell her
resistance was no more than a nuisance to Lena, and from her
expression, might even be entertaining. Kennedy turned her
head and beheld more cord in a heap on the mattress, all of it
in neat bundles. Lena had finished binding her wrists and
was reaching for a fresh bundle.
Kennedy continued struggling, with the same non-result.
Now, Lena was binding her upper arms. At least a dozen
doubled loops of cord tightened just above her elbows.
They weren't touching, as two or three inches of wrapped cord
was being cinched in between, but the arrangement pulled back
her shoulders. More cord followed, a lot more
cord, with Lena shifting position and lifting and rolling
Kennedy's increasingly more helpless body as required.
Kennedy continued to resist, but eventually the process was
complete. Lena climbed off her body and the bed, crossed
her arms under her breasts, and smiled down at her wiggling,
"Five millimeter braided nylon para-cord in moss green," Lena
purred. "I chose a color that complements your carrot-top
Kennedy wiggled and squirmed. Tight, multi-strand bands of
the cord in question pinned her upper arms to her torso, passing
above and below her breasts and yoked her shoulders.
Another band pinned her forearms against her lower back and
encircled her waist. Multiple cords linked her wrist bonds
to her waist bonds, pinning her hands against her buttocks and
bisecting her crotch and ginger pubic bush. Yet more bands
bound her legs together, passing around her thighs, above and
below her knees, around her shins and calves, and finally,
binding her ankles together. The piece de resistance
was a short length of cord Lena had used to tie Kennedy's big
All of the bindings were redundant, in that all were comprised
of a great many strands of cord. Also, all were
well-cinched and secured with tight, unreachable knots.
The cords dimpled Kennedy's flesh without being tight enough to
cause damage—or not immediate damage, as far as Kennedy could
tell. Neither her hands nor any other part of her anatomy
tingled from loss of circulation.
Kennedy rolled onto her side and glared at her captor.
"I guess it's true what they say about redheads and their
tempers," Lena chuckled. She then pulled a roll of the
same wide, milky white Elastoplast tape she'd used before from
her hip pocket, together with a pair of bandage scissors.
Kennedy watched as Lena stripped a seven-inch length of tape
from the roll, snipped it free, then returned the roll and
scissors to her pocket. She squirmed and tried to roll
away as Lena leaned close, but the diabolically smiling blonde
defeated her efforts by climbing back onto the bed and atop her
body, pinning her on her back. She tossed her head and
complained—"Mrrrf!"—but Lena succeeded in plastering the tape
over her ball-gagged mouth without much difficulty.
Kennedy locked eyes with her grinning captor as Lena used her
strong, tan fingers to smooth the tape and insure maximum
adherence of the adhesive. No more breathing through
my mouth, she fumed.
"There, a nice, tight, double gag," Lena purred, using her
fingers to comb strands of Kennedy's ginger curls from her
gagged, glowering face. "Any gag at all is totally
unnecessary, of course," she continued, "but you look so very
pretty trussed up and thoroughly silenced."
Kennedy's eyes widened and she squirmed under her captor's
weight. Lena hands were now cupping her breasts!
"Such pretty little boobies," Lena sighed, "and made all the
more attractive by the freckles that have begun to appear.
I think skinny-dipping in the lake and nude sunbathing will
continue as long as the weather allows... until you're dappled
from head to toe... as if you've never worn clothes in your
Kennedy shivered and complained—"Nrrrm!"—as Lena began kneading
her breasts and teasing her nipples. Angry tears glistened
in her blue eyes and wet her bulging cheeks as she kicked her
"Well, enough indulgence," Lena purred, climbed off Kennedy and
the bed, then hoisted the captive back onto her shoulder in
another fireman's carry. She exited the bedroom with her
burden, closing the door behind them, and headed for the
stairs. Kennedy wiggled and complained, as before, but to
say that flutter-kicking was now impossible would be an epic
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the thoroughly bound Kennedy into the kitchen and set her down
in a straight-back wooden chair, next to an also
thoroughly bound Vivienne. The brunette pixie was still
wearing the steel scold's bridle, but her leg irons and chastity
belt were gone and their gleaming steel semi-encumbrance had
been replaced by the total helplessness of countless strands of
cadet-blue cord. But for their color, Viv's bonds was
more-or-less identical to Kennedy's, and were just as elaborate
and tight. It was obvious that Viv was completely
Kennedy gazed at Vivienne and Vivienne gazed back. Viv's
blue eyes were wide with fear, as far as Kennedy could tell, and
Kennedy found her rage tempered by concern for her naked, cord
bound, and scold's bridle-gagged friend. Both prisoners
swiveled their silenced heads towards Lena, and Kennedy's anger
"M'mrf m'mmf nrm m'mpfh!"
"I'm sorry," Lena chuckled, "but I have absolutely no idea what
you're trying to say. Anyway..." She lifted
Kennedy's chin and smiled into her glowering, gagged face.
"I left the key to Miss Vidler's bridle somewhere, but at the
moment, I can't remember exactly where. I'm almost
positive it's on this floor and in plain sight, so be a dear and
fetch it for me, would you please, Miss McKidd?"
Kennedy squirmed in her bonds and continued her angry stare.
"Poor Miss Vidler can't eat dinner until I remove her bridle,"
Lena purred, "and I can't do that without the key, now can
I? So, the choice is yours. The pair of you can sit
here 'til morning, or you can go find the key. Your
choice." Still smiling, she clapped her hands. "Hop,
Kennedy glowered at Lena—then at Vivienne—then Lena.
Seconds passed... But finally, Kennedy heaved a sigh of
pure loathing and disgust, struggled to her feet, and hopped
from the kitchen.
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her way from room to room, hopping on her bare, toe-bound
feet... slowly... her tits flopping with every hop. It was
humiliating, to say the least.
Surprisingly, Kennedy's toes weren't complaining. Hop.
Not yet. Hop. Not much. Hop.
As for the rest of her bonds... Hop. She'd
survive. Hop. But it wasn't fun. Hop.
As Kennedy took her kangaroo act from empty room to empty room,
she noticed the same sudden absence of small items she'd seen in
her guest bedroom. The coasters were missing from the
lake-front lounge. The remote control was gone from the
home theater. Upon reflection, she realized there never
had been a large number of knickknacks and gewgaws cluttering
the rooms of either The Castle or Down Below. All the
bookcases were enclosed cabinets, and now that she noticed, lockable
enclosed cabinets. In any case, there was no available
collection of blunt objects suitable for bludgeoning gloating
blondes on their gloating blond heads, nor where there bladed
tools suitable for severing the cord bonds of innocent,
righteously outraged, red-haired captives.
With increasing frustration and fatigue, Kennedy bounced from
room to room. This travesty of a search was taking
entirely too long. She didn't know exactly how much time
had elapsed, but it was several minutes, going on fifteen or
twenty. Progress was slow.
Finally, she noticed a small brass key sitting on a small table
in a hallway near one of Down Below's side doors. The door
in question led out onto the lawn between the lake and the
garage. It was locked, of course—confirmed by the tiny red
LED glowing on the cypher-lock panel next to the doorknob—but
Kennedy had no intention of fleeing the estate and hopping to
the nearest town. She realized she didn't even know the
direction of the nearest town, nor did she know how far she'd
have to hop. Anyway...
Kennedy hopped over to the table, leaned to the side, took the
key in her bound hands, hopped in a circle, and made a bouncing
beeline for Vivienne and the evil Lena. By this time,
Kennedy's toes were definitely complaining and her pace had
slowed accordingly. With hop after deliberate hop she made
her way back to the kitchen. Finally, panting through
flaring nostrils and her breasts heaving, when they weren't
flopping after each hop, she crossed the threshold—and stared in
Vivienne's chair was empty, in that there was no Vivienne;
however, the chair and its immediate surroundings were festooned
with a tangled clutter of blue cord. Kennedy assumed it
was the same cord that had bound her naked friend when she left
on her search. Lena was also gone. The kitchen was
Suddenly—"Mrrrrf!"—Kennedy's bound body was seized from
behind! It was Lena, of course. The blonde's left
arm was around Kennedy's body with her left hand cupping her
right breast. Lena's right hand plucked the key from her
"Took you long enough," Lena chuckled.
The initial shock of being grabbed had given way to Kennedy's
continuing anger. She growled through her gag and squirmed
in Lena's grip. "Mrrrmpfh!"
"I see you found it," Lena said, holding the key where they
could both admire its gleaming brass shape. "That means
Miss Vidler gets to eat tonight. C'mon."
"Mrrrf?" Lena hoisted Kennedy back into her
shoulder. "Nrrrm!" Tummy down, gagged head to the
rear, and thoroughly bound feet to the front, Kennedy suffered
the indignity of her third bound and gagged fireman's
carry of the afternoon. Her view was limited to her own
fluttering ginger curls, Lena's cotton- and denim-clad back and
rump, and glimpses of the floor, but she could see enough to
tell she was being carried through Down Under and up the Castle
stairs. Lena paused to unlock and open a door on the third
floor, then carried her squirming, mewling burden across the
threshold, into the room beyond, then tossed her onto a neatly
Kennedy continued squirming and complaining, then held her head
still. Lena was unlocking the padlock securing her
ball-gag. Task complete, Lena left the bed and Kennedy
rolled, wiggled, and managed to sit up on the semi-soft
mattress. She shook her tousled hair from her face and
realized she was in Vivienne's bedroom. She focused on the
center of the room, and her blue eyes widened above her ball-
Vivienne was still nude, but other than the scold's bridle, was
unbound. She was kneeling on the carpet with her hands on
top of her head and her fingers interlaced and resting atop the
gleaming steel head-cage. Lena was behind her and was in
the act of unlocking the padlock securing the bridle.
"Remember," Lena said as she folded open the bridle's hinged
flanges and carefully eased the hateful object from around
Vivienne's head, "Miss McKidd's wrists are to remain
bound. If I return in the morning and find her running
free, you'll both be punished."
"Yes, Mistress," Vivienne croaked. The panel-gag section
of the scold's bridle did have a mouth intruder, but rather than
a steel tongue suppressor (with or without spikes), it was a
rubber plug. Vivienne licked her lips and swallowed as
Lena strolled towards the bedroom door, the scold's bridle
tucked under her left arm.
Lena paused at the threshold. "Behave yourselves," she
intoned, waving a warning finger. "No screaming or
pounding on the door, or you'll both spend a week chained in
separate cells in the basement, understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Vivienne repeated. Her submissive pose
Kennedy continued staring daggers at Lena, but the evilly
smiling blonde was impervious to her visual attack.
Lena pulled the bedroom door closed, they heard a key turn in
the lock, and then... silence.
Finally, Vivienne scrambled to her feet and hurried to the
bed. "Oh, Ken-doll," she sighed, then held up her right
index finger. "Hold that thought."
Kennedy watched as Vivienne poured what appeared to be rosé wine
from a carafe into a stemmed glass, then took a sip. The
carafe and glass were on a tray on the bedside table, together
with a plate of club sandwiches: bacon, sliced turkey or
chicken, lettuce, sliced tomato, beansprouts, and possibly
avocado, on white toast, end-cut and neatly stacked in
triangular halves. Kennedy's stomach grumbled, but she
"I hate that thing," Vivienne said as she set down the glass on
the tray. "The scold's bridle," she added for
clarification, then climbed onto the bed, piled the pillows
against the headboard, reclined against the soft mass, then
pulled Kennedy's bound and gagged body onto her lap. She
slowly, carefully peeled the tape from her helpless friend's
lower face, revealing her ball-gagged mouth, then turned
Kennedy's head to the side, parted her ginger curls, and began
unbuckling the strap. She then eased the ball from
Kennedy's mouth and tossed the gag away.
Kennedy licked her lips and worked her jaw, much as Viv had done
when the bridle was removed. She watched as Vivienne
leaned to the side, picked up the glass from the tray, then held
it to her lips so she could drink. It was rosé, as
she'd suspected, and was delicious, especially as a gag chaser.
"That didn't go exactly as I'd hoped," Vivienne sighed.
Kennedy stared at her friend in surprise. "What?"
"Lena went way too far and was way too mean," Vivienne
said. "And after she punished me for going too
fast, for trying to seduce you."
Kennedy was... confused. "Wait. What? I
mean... seduce me?"
Vivienne nodded as she returned the glass to the tray, then
lifted the carafe. "Mistress can be very cruel," she added
as rosé splashed into the glass.
"Viv," Kennedy said in a near whisper. "What the hell?"
Vivienne lifted a sandwich half from the plate. "I guess I
better explain while we eat," she sighed.
Kennedy stared at her friend's somewhat abashed face... then the
sandwich in her hand. Her stomach growled, again.
"No, ya think?" she drawled, then leaned forward and took a
The sandwich was delicious. The bacon was thick-sliced and
peppered, the sliced white meat was smoked turkey, and it did
include avocado, as well as lots of mayo. Her eyes focused
on Vivienne, Kennedy chewed and listened.
"It all started after graduation," Vivienne said. "As it
turns out, Auntie Renee had plans for my future."
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