| by Van ©2017
SOMEWHERE IN THE MOUNTAIN WEST
STATES OF AMERICA
It was a luxurious mansion,
or had been a couple of decades ago. The grounds were
modestly overgrown with native vegetation and the exterior could
use a fresh coat of paint, but the roof was in good
repair. There were no leaks. It was a solid
structure, but nondescript. Not that there was anyone
close enough to notice. The nearest paved roads were
separated from the mansion's elevated plateau by rocky ravines
and steep cliffs, and the nearest towns and ranches were miles
away. There were dirt roads and trails in the area, but
not a lot of traffic, meaning almost zero traffic.
In other words, the mansion was perfect for Dr. B and Suki's
purposes. They were on the lam, laying low, and keeping
their heads down, like any pair of wanted criminals sorting
through numerous lucrative proposals for their next kidnapping
gig and monitoring the reaction of law enforcement to
their latest "adventure", the invasion of the Harper-Ricci
Day-Spa & Tearoom.
The mansion had other features Dr. B and Suki found useful in
the form of numerous rooms suitable as "recreational
venues". They included:
No burglars were going to get into those particular rooms or
outbuildings, and no damsels (or villains role-playing as
damsels) were going to escape.
- Basement rooms with anti-burglar bars on the narrow
windows set high in concrete walls and solid doors with
hefty exterior locks;
- Small bedrooms and large closets with solid doors with
hefty exterior locks;
- Attic rooms with anti-burglar bars in the dormer windows
and solid doors with hefty exterior locks;
- Garden and storage sheds, also with anti-burglar bars on
the windows and solid doors with hefty exterior locks.
And speaking of role-playing shenanigans, Suki was still
savoring her recent successful operation and well-earned
promotion from minion to partner, and Bebee was indulging her
Specifically, Bebee was naked, seated in a straight wooden
chair, and several yards of conditioned hemp rope were making very
sure she stayed there.
The room was a small bedroom on the second floor. It had
one window (barred) with a semi-spectacular view of a grove of
pines, the edge of a rocky cliff, and the mountains
beyond. The chair was the room's only furnishing, and it
was solidly built, with all joints reinforced by wood screws and
steel brackets, and was bolted to the floor, facing the
bedroom's locked door and away from the barred window. Why
away from the window? A damsel-in-distress
shouldn't be distracted by pretty scenery. A
damsel-in-distress should be positioned in a manner that kept
her full focus on the reappearance of her
As for Bebee Bonde's bondage, her new partner had outdone
herself... the little snit.
It was conventional, straight-stick, Western Bondage. The
only whiff of Kinbaku was the gloating Goth's use of
natural fiber rope. Bebee was sitting upright, her armpits
resting on the top of the chair's back, her butt on the chair's
hard, cushion-free seat, and her bare feet on the hardwood
floor. Her wrists were bound together with her hands
palm-to-palm, and strands of rope bound her thumbs and pressed
her hands together, reinforcing and enforcing the palm-to-palm
pose. Rope crisscrossed her arms from hands to shoulders
and pressed her elbows together until they nearly touched.
A similar pattern of rope crisscrossed her legs from thighs to
ankles, as well as lashing her knees together and binding her
feet and big-toes. More crisscrossed ropes encircled her
upper body and arms, yoked her shoulders, and lashed her to the
And therein lay the Genius of Suki's Art (in her own not so
Most chair-bound damsels are first tied up and only then tied to
their chairs, making it two separate operations. Not so
with Bebee's current predicament. Despite their manifest
complexity, Bebee's rope bonds were a unified whole, even though
more than one coil of rope was involved. In fact, several
coils had been required to craft Suki's Bebee in the Chair
installation. However, while Bebee had been rendered
helpless almost immediately, some coils were expended down the
full length of her body while others restrained specific areas,
but in a manner that built on the growing pattern. The
full effect of Suki's masterpiece blossomed as an Artistic
Triumph only after the smiling Goth took the final hitches and
cinches and tied the final knots.
Without a doubt, Bebee was helpless. She was not
going to exploit some subtle flaw in her bondage and wiggle
free. She might as well be sitting in a block of cement
with only her head exposed, cement that had long since dried and
And speaking of her head, Bebee's hair was plaited in a single
braid that draped behind the chair. The blond, three-part
braid wasn't tied to anything, but it kept her hair out of her
face. Also, something (a pair of panties) was stuffed in
her mouth and a single broad strip of Elastoplast was making
sure it stayed there.
So... Bebee languished. Languishing was her only
option. Bebee had a lot of experience languishing.
It wasn't her favorite activity, but if Suki was going to have a
chance to hone her bondage skills between jobs (and have fun),
what choice did she have? You can't make omelettes without
breaking eggs and you can't let sadistic little snits like her
Suki play their sadistic bondage games without languishing in
ropes... or tape... or leather binders and sheaths... or steel
chains... or mummifying bandages... or ridiculously over-the-top
plaster casts... etc., etc., etc.
Bebee had been in the chair something like two hours, possibly
two and a half. If past was prologue, Bebee's best guess
was the bedroom door in front of her would open... any second
A half hour later...
Bebee heard the key turn the door's deadbolt lock—followed by
the click, clatter, and snick of the padlock of the heavy
throw-bolt being unlocked and bolt thrown back—followed by the
click of the key as the doorknob lock was unlocked.
Finally, the door opened and Suki made her Grand Entrance.
"I've got a surprise," Suki gushed as, hands on hips, she stood
before her prisoner and partner.
The sadistic Goth monster was dressed in knee-boots (instead of
her usual Doc Martin clunkers), black, skintight designer jeans
with a wide, studded leather belt, a black sports bra, and a
deep blue tank-top. Her long, dark brown hair (with blue
streaks) was loose about her shoulders, her eyes were smoky
(meaning ringed with arguably too much mascara), and a cruel
smile curled her lips. Oh-by-the-way, a wicked riding crop
dangled by its safety strap from her right wrist.
Bebee favored her partner with an even stare. It was her
only possible response.
Suki looked back over her shoulder. "Don't be shy.
Get yourself on in here and say hello to your cousin," she
ordered, and quite obviously she wasn't talking to Bebee.
There was a brief pause... and a blond, female youngster entered
"She finally arrived!" Suki announced (unnecessarily), then
indicated the petite newcomer as if the little blonde's
appearance was the finale of a magic trick. "Tah-dah!"
Bebee blinked in mild surprise. The blonde in question was
her eighteen year old cousin, Penelope "Penny" Parr.
|Dr. B's distant
■ 18, going on
■ 5' 0"
■ blue eyes
the appearance at the mansion of her young cousin that Bebee
found surprising. She already knew Penny was coming.
That had been very carefully planned in complete detail, as
carefully as any Dr. Bondage kidnapping caper, and today was
within Penny's expected window of arrival.
Penny, a potential new recruit, had been instructed to follow a
circuitous route to the mansion (hideout) and to take as much
time as she deemed necessary to confirm that she wasn't being
followed. The final leg of the journey had been a two day
backpack along little used mountain trails. GPS had
eliminated the chance of her getting lost, but the exact date
and time of her arrival had been difficult to predict with any
degree of precision.
In point of fact, Penny's arduous journey was her first training
exercise, her first chance to prove that she was worthy of
joining The Bebee & Suki Kidnapping Company.
Bebee already knew there was zero chance that anyone knew or
cared Penny was making the trip, and that included law
enforcement. At the appropriate time, Bebee had no doubt
she would receive a thorough and very entertaining
briefing with all the juicy details of the youngster's
So, what was surprising? The surprise wasn't the fact of
Penny's appearance... it was the nature of her appearance.
The petite blonde was naked, as naked as Bebee!
Penny's hands were behind her back and a strip of Elastoplast
more-or-less identical to Bebee's tape-gag sealed her
lips. Either Penny Parr was a naked prisoner, like her
older cousin, or it was an act. Granted, Penny wasn't nearly
as stringently bound as Bebee, but she appeared to be a
prisoner, a naked prisoner.
"Turn around and let her get a good look at you," Suki said,
addressing the new arrival.
Penny heaved an irritated sigh, blushed, then preformed a slow,
deliberate pirouette. This afforded Bebee an excellent
view of her young cousin's entire body, and allowed her
to confirm that Penny's wrists were crossed and bound behind her
back. Oh-by-the-way, the decidedly tiny captive was
absolutely adorable (in Bebee's opinion), the very picture of a
blond, fairy tale princess, although a flowing gown and a
retinue of twittering bluebirds and adoring forest creatures
would have sealed the deal.
"Well," Suki said. "Why don't you guys say hello while I
unpack Penny's backpack, put her stuff away in her room, and see
it there's anything I want to steal." She kissed Penny's
forehead, waved at her senior partner, and left, pulling the
door closed behind her.
Bebee and Penny stared at the back of the solid wooden door as
they heard the metallic chorus of the various keys being turned,
the bolt being thrown, and the padlock snapping closed... then
turned to face each other. Bebee smiled, mostly with her
eyes, as her lips were taped. Penny blushed, mostly with
the tops of her cheeks, as her lips were taped.
Seconds passed... then, Penny sat on the floor, flopped onto her
back, and executed the classic maneuver of passing her arms past
her hips and her pointing feet and folded legs through her
arms. This brought her bound wrists to the front.
Well done, Bebee thought as she watched Penny gracefully
stand, reach up, and slowly, carefully peel the tape from her
lower face. The reluctantly surrendering Elastoplast
stretched her lips in the process. Penny then folded the
tape and tossed it away, plucked a pair of panties from her
mouth and tossed them away as well, then attacked the key knot
of her wrist bonds with her pearly white teeth.
Finally—smiling, blushing, and rubbing her wrists—the petite
youngster stood before Bebee, naked but free.
Bebee was naked, sitting, and not free.
Penny stepped around Bebee and her chair, strolled to the
window, and admired the view through the bars.
Bebee didn't bother turning her head to watch. She'd
already seen Penny's back, tight little dimpled rump, and
strong, smooth legs. She waited patiently for the little
blonde to tire of the magnificent mountain scenery and return.
It wasn't long before Penny strolled back into view. She
was still smiling (and her blue eyes sparkling), but her blush
was gone. She swung a leg over Bebee's knees and sat on
"Hi," Penny purred.
Bebee stared back with as close to an even stare as she could
manage. She was finding it difficult not to smile.
Penny's angelic smile had dimples, and the little scamp was as
cute as the proverbial button.
"I really appreciate your offering me this apprenticeship,"
Penny said, then carefully peeled the tape from Bebee's lips and
Once the tape was gone, Bebee turned her head to the side and
spat out the panties Suki had stuffed in her mouth.
Penny stared down at the slimy underwear. "Yours?" she
Bebee smiled and shook her head. "Suki's. She told
me she wore them for two days, including two daily workouts, and
that she masturbated in them last night."
"That's disgusting," Penny giggled, then placed her hands on
Bebee's shoulders. "Seriously?" she asked gravely.
Bebee shrugged as best she could. "They weren't
clean. That's all I know for sure." Penny should
have every opportunity to map the boundaries of Suki's perverse
sense of humor on her own. Bebee turned her head and
stared at the panties that had formerly plugged Penny's mouth,
then redirected her gaze to the smiling little blonde on her
"Mine," Penny answered the unasked question, "after an eighteen
hour bus ride and a two day backpack. I stepped out of the
shower and Aunt Suki stuffed them in my mouth, tied me up, and
taped my lips."
"She was probably pissed off you called her 'Aunt Suki'," Bebee
"I didn't," Penny purred. "I just think she's a pervert."
"You have no idea," Bebee chuckled, then cleared her
throat. "Ahem. Now that you're here, remember our
deal. I'm letting Suki take you on as her
apprentice, although I will help with your training from time to
time. You'll attend college in the fall, as planned,
you'll make good grades and keep your nose clean—no
kidnapping your classmates—and you don't go on any operations
until both of us decide you're ready. You'll train and
study and learn and follow orders, understand?"
Penny nodded, then cupped Bebee's breasts and gave them a
"What do you think you're doing?" Bebee inquired.
"I've never felt an old lady's boobs before," Penny
answered. "You mind?"
"Yes, I mind," Bebee said evenly, then sucked in her
breath when Penny leaned forward and teased her right nipple
with her tongue. "Stop that."
"In the first place..." Penny flicked Bebee's left nipple
with her tongue. "I'm Suki's apprentice, like you
just said." She teased both saliva-dampened nipples with
her fingers. "And in the second place, until Aunt Suki
unties you, you're not in charge of anything, least of all me."
"Now listen to me, young lady" Bebee said evenly. "You're
a probational junior minion. If you work really
hard and follow orders, you might make provisional
junior minion in a year to eighteen months. But if you
don't stop playing with my tits, when I do get free,
your first lesson will be on how to get a spanking while trussed
up like a turkey. Understand?"
Penny continued smiling... and kneading Bebee's breasts... and
teasing her now erect nipples with her tongue. "You want
me to stop this?" She kissed Bebee's right nipple.
"Really?" She kissed Bebee's left nipple, then gently
tugged on the flushed pink nubbin with her teeth.
"Stop," Bebee hissed, but her lips were smiling, as were her
"I wish I could," Penny sighed, "but like I said, until Aunt
Suki unties you, how can I follow your orders? Also,
Mistress ordered me to get to know you better." She
planted a kiss on Bebee's lips. "So... let's get
The kiss resumed, and Bebee returned it. She might as
well. After all, it was an opportunity to get to
know the mischievous little scamp better.
This is just great, Bebee mused as she explored Penny's
mouth with her tongue and Penny returned the favor. Now
I have two little miscreants to keep in line, as well
as kidnapping operations to plan and execute, and law
enforcement officials to monitor—like Special Agent Jordan
Shaw. And when Suki finally decides we've been locked in
here long enough, I'll have to think up a pair of quick,
creative, artistic punishments.
The problem was, she knew Suki's limits and expectations, but
The kiss continued.
Well, Bebee decided, no need to get elaborate.
I'll do something erotic and nasty to Suki and make Penny
watch, which will be an opportunity to see how she
reacts. Suki will help, both by suffering through
whatever I come up with and by debriefing me on Penny's
response after I abandon them to their fates.
Penny broke the kiss and returned to playing with Bebee's
breasts. "Old lady's boobs are just like my classmate's
boobs, more or less." She squeezed the boobs in question,
yet again. "But then, this is just a sample size of
two." She frowned. "Or is it one? Most people
have two, so is the logical sample unit 'each'... or
'pair'? I mean, it's two boobs, but is that one sample?"
"You want me to punish you," Bebee purred. "Admit
"Don't be silly," Penny said evenly (but her blush had
returned). Her smile broadened. "I'm so glad
to be here," she gushed, then resumed the kiss.
Little scamp, Bebee thought as their tongues slid and
Now the Dr. Bondage Gang had a third member, or would
once Penny's training and education progressed to the point that
the gains outweighed the risks.
What could possibly go wrong?
|Fit 2B Tied