Viviene's bedroom, naked, and bound with moss-green cord from
shoulders to toes, Kennedy lay in Vivienne's arms and listened
to her equally naked but unbound friend tell her tale.
Kennedy also continued eating, enjoying both the delicious club
sandwich halves and the excellent rosé her fellow
prisoner was feeding her.
"You know I had no definite plans after graduation," Viv
began. "I went to Auntie Renee's place in Chicago to
vegetate for a while and figure things out. Auntie knew I
liked to paint and write, so she put me in touch with some of
her gallery and publishing friends—you know, networking—then
suggested I come out here to the Castle to live. She also
explained my financial situation."
Kennedy continued eating and listening.
"I know I never told you," Viv sighed, "but my parents were
loaded. The entire Vidler family is loaded, and Auntie
Renee most of all." Vivienne gave a little shrug.
"Sorry I never told you when we were starving students," she
said with a delicate blush, "but Auntie has always told me to
keep the family fortune a close secret, to avoid
moochers." Her eyes widened. "Not that you're a
Kennedy swallowed a mouthful of well-masticated sandwich.
"It's hard to be a mooch when you don't know your roommate is
moochable." She took another bite of sandwich.
Viv's smile returned. "Anyway," she continued, "it turns
out I've got a humongous trust fund. Auntie
offered to manage it for me, since I never took any business or
economics classes, and I said yes, of course. I met with a
gaggle of lawyers, signed a bunch of papers, came out here, and
here we are."
"Here we are?" Kennedy demanded. "Are you kidding me?"
Vivienne grinned. "Would I kid a McKidd?"
It was an old joke between them, and Kennedy's response was her
usual: a silent stare.
"Okay, there's more," Vivienne giggled. By this time
Kennedy had finished the last of the first sandwich half, so she
held the glass for her fellow prisoner to drink.
Kennedy noticed that the stemmed glass was acrylic, which
greatly reduced its value as an anti-Lena device. Also,
the plate was durable plastic, also unsuitable as an escape aid
or weapon. Viv held up a second sandwich half.
"Okay, continue," Kennedy muttered, and took a bite. She
had to admit, Lena might be a psycho kidnapping bitch, but she
could throw together a good sandwich.
"Okay, we got here, to the Castle, Auntie introduced me to Lena,
and I moved in." Vivienne paused to sip from the
glass. "At first, everything was fine.
Then..." She stared into space for a few seconds, then
heaved a sigh. "We found the stuff in the basement, and...
"Oh, Viv," Kennedy sighed, then took another bite.
"I know," Viv sighed, "but it was fun. It is fun."
"You realize you're being manipulated, don't you?" Kennedy
"Yes," Viv admitted, "but it's more than that. I've seen
the quarterly reports. Auntie Renee isn't looting my
fund. In fact, it's growing. And I'm selling
paintings. And my books are selling. And Mistress
Lena... It's fun."
"So one day, you decided to ask Auntie Renee to kidnap your old
friend Ken-doll?" Kennedy growled.
"Well, when you put it that way, no," Vivienne answered.
Kennedy stared at her friend but said nothing. She knew
Viv was anything but an airhead. She did tend to dither
now and then, but she was actually quite sharp. So, how
did she—how did they—wind up as prisoners in a "castle"
in the wilds of Upper Michigan?
"At some point," Viv continued, "Lena told Auntie that I was
bored, or blocked, or both. Auntie already knew about you,
and..." Vivienne blushed. "She knew I was sort of in
love with you, so she came up with the whole inventory thing,
"Wait," Kennedy interrupted. "Sort of in love with me?"
Viv's blush deepened. "Well... Yeah. I'm
sorry, Ken-doll. I can't help it."
For some reason, Kennedy was also blushing. "Uh...
Okay. I mean... really?"
Viv leaned close and kissed Kennedy's lips. "Really," she
"I see," Kennedy whispered back.
Vivienne smiled, but she was still blushing. "Auntie says
after you finish inventorying the Castle, she'll bankroll a
small shop for you anywhere you want—Chicago, New York, Boston,
wherever. You can use it as a base for your appraising
"That's very generous," Kennedy muttered, "but—"
"Meanwhile, we get to play, with Lena in charge, of course,
"Viv!" Kennedy barked. "Stifle yourself."
"What?" Vivvienne objected. "Don't tell me you aren't
"I'm not having fun," Kennedy said evenly.
"Oh, posh," Vivienne giggled. "You can't fool me."
Kennedy squirmed in her bonds. "Look, fun is fun, but
there have to be rules. You know, safe-words and limits
"Oh, Ken-doll," Vivienne chuckled. "There are
rules. Rule number one: Mistress Lena is in charge."
Kennedy waited for Viv to continue... but she didn't.
"Rule number two?"
Vivienne grinned. "Same as the first. Mistress Lena
is in charge. C'mon, Ken-doll, it'll be fun!"
"Fun," Kennedy huffed. "I didn't sign up for any of
this." She squirmed in her bonds, again, and winced.
"What is it?" Viv demanded, concern in her eyes.
"My toes," Kennedy muttered. She wiggled her toes and
"Oh, poor Ken-doll," Vivienne sighed, and held up the remainder
of the sandwich half. "Finish eating and I'll take care of
"Untie me and we'll present a united front," Kennedy said.
"No more games 'til Lena agrees to some real
rules. She can't handle both of us at once."
"Actually, I think she could," Viv sighed. "She practices
one of the martial arts. I forget the name, but it's
Korean and involves take-downs and wrestling holds, and she's good.
Anyway, I'm not anxious to piss her off. Mistress can be
mean when she's angry."
Eyes locked with her supposedly enamored friend, Kennedy leaned
forward and took her final bite of sandwich. Obviously,
the entire situation required careful reflection and
planning. Vivienne was smart, scared of Lena, but not all
that scared, and... in love with me? And
Lena was big and strong and Kennedy had no idea how far the
blonde would take things. And Kennedy's cord bondage and
the locked door were real, even if her captivity—their
captivity—was supposedly a game. And... Kennedy
swallowed. "You're in love with me?"
Vivienne's blush returned. "Well... yeah... I think
so. Here." She held the glass so the object of her
professed affection could drink, then carefully returned it to
the tray. "Now, let's see about your toes."
Kennedy watched as Vivienne crawled down the bed on her hands
and knees, lifted her bound feet onto her lap, and began untying
her toe bonds.
"At least they're not purple," Vivienne purred as she pulled the
cord free. Then, eyes locked with her friend, she lifted
Kennedy's bound feet, took her big toes in her mouth, and began
licking and sucking.
Kennedy tried to pull away, but Vivienne was too strong for
her... or maybe she wasn't trying hard enough. "Viv, what
are you doing?"
"Making them all better," Viv replied, then went back to
slobbering all over Kennedy's wiggling toes.
Kennedy shivered in her bonds, bit her lower lip, and squeezed
her eyes shut. Maybe she is in love with me,
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made Kennedy's toes better (by licking and sucking on them for
several minutes), she climbed off the bed. She took with
her the cord that had formerly tied Kennedy's wet but recovering
Kennedy watched as Viv opened the lowest drawer of the bedside
table, reached inside, and pulled out a wand-style vibrator, the
battery-powered kind without a cord. Uh oh!
"Viv?" Vivienne ignored her. The naked pixie was
concentrating on tying the cord around the constriction between
the wand's knob-like business end and the beginning of the
shaft. The helpless ginger squirmed in her bonds.
This did not bode well. "Uh... what are you
Her eyes on her handiwork, Vivienne heaved a sigh. "Lena
may have jumped the gun and things might not be going exactly
how I'd hoped..." She smiled and held up the vibrator for
Kennedy's inspection. "But that doesn't mean we can't have
a good time."
Kennedy continued squirming as Vivienne climbed back onto the
bed, vibrator in hand. A few inches of free cord now
dangled from the knot she'd tied around the shaft.
"Vivienne Vidler," Kennedy warned her smiling, approaching
friend, "don't you dare!"
"Of course I dare, Ken-doll," Viv giggled as she
straddled Kennedy's body and settled her weight on her bound
legs. "At this point, I might as well dare."
Kennedy tried to kick and buck Vivienne off of her helpless
form, but to no avail. She was equally unsuccessful
preventing Viv from nestling the vibrator between her thighs
with the head nudged against the moss-green cords cleaving her
pussy. "Viv, stop!" Nor could she prevent Vivienne
from untying the knot securing her thigh bonds and pulling free
several inches of the cinching cord. "Viv, no!"
Viv tucked the toe-cord turned vibrator-cord through Kennedy's
crotch-cords and tied a quick knot. She then re-knotted
the thigh cords, looped the now longer free ends through the
ring in the base of the vibrator's shaft, and tied another
knot. "That should do it," she giggled in triumph as she
climbed off Kennedy and the bed, once again.
Kennedy wiggled and kicked, but the head of the vibrator
remained pressed against her cord-cleaved pussy and the shaft
remained between her thighs. "You little twerp," Kennedy
huffed, "get this thing off of me. Don't you
dare—Mrrrf!" Vivienne had recovered the ball-gag and
slipped it into Kennedy's mouth while she was busy struggling
and complaining. Kennedy continued struggling and
complaining (with significantly less clarity and eloquence), but
Viv buckled the gag's strap at the nape of her neck and under
her ginger curls without difficulty. "Nrrrrm!"
Vivienne climbed back onto the bed, again, reclined against the
piled pillows, and pulled Kennedy's naked, bound, squirming, and
mewling form onto her lap, also again. "Now..." She
leaned forward and clicked the vibrator's switch from "OFF" to
"L," then leaned back, lifted the wine glass from the tray, and
took a sip.
Kennedy shivered in her bonds as the vibrator buzzed against
her pussy. She locked eyes with her smiling "friend" and
stared daggers. Unfortunately, her optical cutlery had no
more effect on Viv than it had on Lena. Also... she was
finding it difficult to concentrate on being outraged with a
vibrator teasing her hoo-haw, even set on "L."
Vivienne returned the wine to the tray and picked up a sandwich
half. "You have fun while I eat my supper," she
said, smiling at the bound, gagged, wiggling, and helpless
captive. "You're so beautiful like that, Ken-doll," she
sighed, then took a bite of sandwich.
Yeah, I'm freakin' gorgeous, Kennedy fumed. When
I get free, I'm going to— Her eyes popped
wide. Viv was reaching for the vibrator. No!
She tried squirming away, but Vivienne countered by scissoring
her legs around her cord-bound body. At the same time, she
clicked the vibrator's switch from "L" to "M." No!
"So. Beautiful." Vivienne sighed, and took another
bite of sandwich.
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It was a long
After letting the vibrator buzz Kennedy to orgasm while she ate,
Vivienne proceeded to untie all of the sweating, panting
redhead's bonds except her wrist and elbow cords. Then,
with Kennedy still her naked, bound, and ball-gagged prisoner,
she proceeded to use the vibrator, as well as her sucking mouth,
wiggling tongue, nibbling teeth, and nimble fingers to coax and
cajole orgasm after orgasm from the reluctant captive.
Reluctant might not be the most accurate of words.
Of course, Kennedy had been entirely and accurately reluctant to
participate in the evening's festivities at first, especially
before her first orgasm, and even before her second, but by the
time Vivienne's head was between her legs and her lips and
tongue were tickling, teasing, and titillating Kennedy's
flushed, glistening, and hypersensitive pussy towards her third
orgasm, reluctance had given way to... Is there a word for
passionate indifference? If there is, Kennedy's fevered
brain wasn't up to the task of trying to remember. In any
case, Kennedy's reluctance eventually gave way to good
Increasingly for both occupants of the bed, their higher
faculties gave way to their animal brains. With what was
left of her higher intellect, Kennedy was becoming increasingly
convinced that Vivienne actually was in love with her.
Also, she realized her college roommate was now very
experienced in the ways of making love, meaning physical
lovemaking, and Viv had been anything but a nympho-slut-bunny
back at Lewis & Clark.
Panting and sweating, Kennedy would have loved to discuss any
and all of this during rest periods, but for the first half of
the evening the ball-gag remained strapped in her mouth.
And later, after Vivienne finally unbuckled the strap and
plucked the ball from her mouth, Kennedy was having difficulty
forming a cogent thought more complicated than "orgasm
good!" Also, she was too busy demonstrating what she was
learning about the arts of carpet-munching, nipple-licking, and
face-sucking from her captor, fellow-prisoner, and lover.
Eventually, they collapsed into post-orgiastic comas. That
is, they fell asleep in each others arms. More correctly,
Kennedy was in Vivienne's arms. The ginger's wrists and
elbows were still tied behind her back.
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anger returned with the dawn; however, she found that even less
of it was directed at Vivienne than before. As for Lena,
that was entirely a different matter. Kennedy looked
forward to giving the blond she-hulk a piece of her mind and
sorting out all of this nonsense. But first...
Kennedy lifted her head and confirmed that Vivienne, her lover,
was snuggled against her side and under the tangled
bedclothes. Kennedy had business in the bathroom, so she
had no choice but to squirm away and probably wake her equally
naked but unbound fellow prisoner. Her bound wrists and
elbows made it awkward, but Kennedy succeeded in extricating
herself from Vivienne's loose embrace and the sheets. She
made her way to the bath and managed to empty her bladder and
flush the commode without much difficulty. Splashing water
on her face was another matter. She did manage to turn on
the cold water and take a drink from the washbasin's
faucet. What she really needed was a long hot
shower, but that would happen only after the rest of her cord
bonds were untied.
She passed Vivienne in the bathroom threshold as the brunette
pixie hurried to take her place. They exchanged a quiet
"morning." Kennedy padded to the bed and sat to wait until
Viv finished her business. She heard the toilet flush,
water splash in the washbasin, and finally Viv returned.
Her eyes were wet, and Kennedy could tell it wasn't from washing
"Viv," Kennedy said quietly, "what's the problem? Besides
Vivienne's lower lip was trembling. "You hate me," she
Kennedy realized her face had been set in glower-at-Lena mode,
and she let it relax into a wry smile. It didn't take much
effort. "Oh, Viv," she sighed. "I don't hate
you. Come over here and hug me."
"Hug you?" Vivienne whispered.
"Well," Kennedy drawled, "unless you untie me, I can't hug you."
"Oh, Ken-Doll!" Vivienne cried as she rushed to the bed and
pulled her bound lover (she hoped) into a crushing embrace.
"Ooof!" Kennedy complained. "I said hug me, not crush me."
"Oh Ken-doll," Vivienne sighed, and continued her embrace.
"Uh, look, Viv," Kennedy said after several seconds, "untie me
and let's decide how to handle Lena."
"Oh, Ken-doll," Vivienne sighed, "she told me not to—"
"I don't care what Lena said," Kennedy interrupted, "and enough
with the 'Oh, Ken-doll,' routine, okay? Get a grip.
We need a plan, and..."
Just then, they heard the key turn in the bedroom door.
Seconds later the heavy wooden portal swung open to reveal an
evilly smiling Lena. She was dressed in her usual sandals
and jeans, but today her top was a black tank-top without an
"These doors are thick," Lena said, "but if you listen
carefully, you can hear quite a lot." She focused on
Kennedy. "I think someone needs a lesson in who's in
charge around here." She gestured to Vivienne. "Gag
her," she ordered.
"Please, Mistress," Vivienne whined. "She'll be good."
"Gag!" Lena barked.
Vivienne sighed and hurried to find the discarded ball-gag.
Kennedy glowered at the still smiling Lena. "Now look, you
over-muscled bitch, I don't care if you're a kung-fu goddess.
When I get free I'm going to—Mrrrpfh!" Vivienne had taken
advantage of Kennedy's tirade to step behind her and pop the
ball-gag into her mouth. Kennedy stamped her feet in
frustration, but didn't really try and prevent her friend
(lover) from securing the strap's buckle under her tousled
"Please don't be mean, Mistress," Vivienne whined. "She'll
"Oh, she certainly will," Lena chuckled as she stepped forward.
Kennedy noted with alarm that Lena had pulled a black cloth bag
from her hip pocket, and—"Nrrr!"—was slipping it over her
head! The cloth was light tight, and closed with a
drawstring around her neck. In an instant, Kennedy was
blindfolded and hooded! "Nrrr!" She was also being
lifted onto Lena's shoulder in another fireman's carry,
Kennedy's first of the day.
"Make your bed," Lena ordered. Obviously she was
addressing Vivienne. "Afterwards, meet me in the
"Please, Mistress," Vivienne sobbed.
"Do it!" Lena barked, then carried Kennedy from the room.
Her feet no longer bound, Kennedy was free to flutter-kick, and
she did so. She also continued squirming and
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her best to keep track of where she was being carried, and for
once thought she was largely successful. Despite the cloth
hood covering her head she was able to follow their path through
The Castle, hallway by hallway and staircase by staircase...
until they reached the basement. After that, there were
twists and turns, pauses for Lena to unlock and open doors, but
at least one additional set of stairs. Unless Kennedy had
lost track of their descents, and she didn't think she had, they
were now in a sub-basement under the Castle basement, a
level the existence of which she hadn't even suspected!
Lena unlocked and opened one more door, and Kennedy was lowered
from Lena's shoulders and her feet planted on a stone
floor. Apparently, they'd reached their destination.
She tugged and twisted her upper body, more futile testing of
her wrist and elbow bonds, and complained through her ball-gag
and hood. "Mrrrrf!" Meanwhile, Lena buckled some
sort of wide, padded, leather cuffs around her ankles. She
would have given her handler a swift kick, but "Mistress" was
kneeling with one arm wrapped around both of her legs and it was
impossible. There was a metallic clatter followed by a
click, then Lena lifted Kennedy's left foot, pulled it to the
side and planted it back down on the floor, and there was a
second clatter and click.
Kennedy now found herself standing with her legs apart, her feet
flat on the stone floor, and somehow fixed in place. She
felt Lena fiddling with her wrist bonds, then the cords
loosened, slithered apart, and finally melted away. Lena
stepped away, there was a brief pause, then more metallic
rattling and clinking sounded, and this time it was
continuous. Kennedy's elbows were still bound, so she
could do nothing about the hood or gag, nor could she release
her ankles. Any serious attempt at the latter would
probably end with an awkward and painful fall, skinned knees,
and a possibly a mild concussion.
The rattling finally stopped, Kennedy heard approaching
footsteps, then a wide, padded leather cuff was wrapped around
her right wrist and buckled tight. Next, Lena grabbed her
left wrist and pulled it up and away from her side, far enough
that it forced her to bend at the waist. "M'mmpfh!"
Then, a second cuff was wrapped and buckled,
Finally, Lena untied Kennedy's elbow bonds and she could stand
upright. Her legs apart and her wrists buckled in padded
cuffs, Kennedy's arms were now more or less at her sides.
She could tell loose vertical chains were attached to the
wrist-cuffs. They swayed and bumped against her shoulders
and sides. Just as she was reaching for the hood's
drawstring, taking the heavy weight of the chains with her, the
clattering noise returned. Also—"Mrrrf?"—the chains and
wrist cuffs began rising into the air.
Kennedy pulled and tugged, but could do nothing to impede the
steady upwards progress. The chains continued stretching
her struggling, naked body until she was in a standing
spread-eagle, her arms and legs splayed widely apart. Her
weight was on her toes with her heels off the floor!
Lena's footsteps returned, presumably bringing the rest of the
blond amazon with them. Then, Kennedy felt fingers
fiddling with the hood's drawstring and the cloth was pulled
from her head.
Kennedy shook the ginger curls from her face and blinked in the
sudden light. Her eyes adjusted just in time to watch Lena
step across a threshold and close a heavy wooden door banded
Lena failed to reappear, release Kennedy's bonds, throw herself
at her feet, and beg for her forgiveness. Damn!
The spreadeagled prisoner glared at the closed door.
Despite her gag, Kennedy managed to blow an errant curl from her
angry face. Then, she began surveying her surroundings.
Immediately in front was the door, of course, solidly set in a
stone wall, and unless Kennedy was mistaken, the blocks were the
genuine article, rough-hewed stone, not concrete blocks cast and
finished to resemble rough-hewed stone. To her right was a
small pedestal table and a pair of chairs. To her left was
a large wooden rack, and hanging from the rack were—
Kennedy's eyes popped wide... very wide. Also, her
heart began hammering in her chest, her nostrils flared above
her gag, and her breasts began heaving.
Hanging from the rack were whips, crops, canes, paddles,
floggers, more whips, more crops, more canes, more paddles, and
Kennedy listened to her heart pound... and tried her best to not
think about how it would feel to have the whips, crops, canes,
paddles, and floggers whip, crop, cane, paddle, and flog her
helpless, naked, spreadeagled body. She failed,
miserably. Sometimes a fertile imagination can be a curse.
As fascinating as the dangling array of flesh-punishing
instruments might be, Kennedy felt compelled to complete her
visual inspection. She turned her gagged head and beheld a
large, hand-cranked, windlass-type mechanism mounted on the back
wall. A vertical chain led from the windlass' wooden drum,
up to a pulley set in the ceiling, across the ceiling to a
second pulley directly over her head, then down to a separate
chain secured to her wrist-cuffs. The arrangement of the
second chain was like a giant "W," with the ends attached to the
left and right walls, up near the ceiling, the lower points
running through rings on her cuffs, and the central point
attached to the windlass chain. Shorten the windlass chain
and the "W" was pulled upwards.
Kennedy's worried blue eyes returned to the rack. Track
lighting was mounted on the tall ceiling, and several tiny
spotlights were focused on the whips, crops, etc. They
gleamed in the yellow-white light. They were not
covered with dust. Somebody came down here and cared for
the things, polishing them with oil. She had no idea how
old any of the individual items might be, but the details
visible from her position suggested top-of-the-line
craftsmanship. An appraiser had to be knowledgeable about
virtually everything made by human hands, and while Kennedy was
no expert in whipping accoutrements, even at this distance the
collection looked expensive.
More spotlights were focused on the table and chairs to
Kennedy's right. She tugged on her wrist cuffs, more from
nervousness than a real attempt to escape. Obviously, the
chairs were for visitors... observers... and the table was for a
tea or coffee service, or perhaps a tray with a bottle of wine
and a pair of crystal glasses. I wonder what vintage
goes with a nice flogging, Kennedy wondered. Her
heart was still hammering and her breasts heaving, just a
little. Also, her nipples were fully erect, which she
The majority of the spotlights shone on Kennedy, herself, some
from the front and some from the back. Her helpless,
naked, spreadeagled, freckled body was well-lit. Kennedy
imagined she could feel heat radiating from the overhead array,
but knew it was probably her imagination. In any case, the
chamber was warm, perhaps too warm. Her body was glowing,
and she suspected soon she would be shining with sweat.
And speaking of fluids. The hollow sphere of the ball-gag
filled her mouth, but still allowed drool to escape.
Saliva dripped from her chin, spotted her upper chest, and ran
between her bobbing breasts.
Her gaze returned to the neatly racked instruments of pain,
again. Please... no...
Kennedy was scared, very scared, but all she could do
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