| by Van ©2017
languishing in misery. Maintaining her position atop the
balance-ball office chair wasn't all that taxing—not for someone
in her exquisite shape and with her ability to meditate and
isolate her mind from her increasingly sore and aching body—and
truth be told, the tight, well-crafted rope bonds were "helping"
her maintain her posture. She wasn't in danger of falling
off her perch, it was a matter of whether or not she wanted the
vertical ropes knotted in her hair and stretching up to the
rafter overhead to take more or less of her weight. Less
required her to maintain her upright posture. More allowed
her to slump in her bonds, which her lower back and abs might
appreciate but her scalp most definitely would not.
And then there was the issue of having been stripped
naked. Leah's tan, smooth skin gleamed with sweat.
She was sure her captors had turned up the heat, at least in her
office. Unfortunately, the added lubrication of
perspiration wasn't helping her escape the brown ropes dimpling
her flesh, enforcing the reverse-prayer box-tie and frog-tie,
and lashing her in place. Her bonds were uniformly tight
(emphasis on tight), her awkwardly positioned fingers were
useless, and no amount of wiggling, writhing, and squirming on
her part seemed to make any difference. None of the rope
strands shifted or loosened or did anything but continue
rendering her totally helpless.
Time continued passing.
Neither Leah's employees nor Kate had showed up to free her—and
sufficient time had passed that it stretched credulity well
past the breaking point to think that Kate was puttering around
in the tearoom and Scout, Erin, Daphne, and Opal were serving
coffee or chai, sweating in one the exercise rooms, or
practicing asanas in one of the yoga studios, and none of them
had noted Leah's uncharacteristic absence. Someone
should have come looking for her by now. And the cops
hadn't shown up either, so if this was a robbery it hadn't yet
come to the attention of the authorities.
Suddenly, the office door opened and the black-clad, hooded
kidnappers reappeared. They released the vertical ropes
linking Leah to the rafter overhead and coiled the free ends,
but left them tied to her hair, looped around her neck, and
knotted to her box-tie bonds.
"Ya know," the short kidnapper said to her taller companion,
"playin' rope games with hot youngsters makes ya appreciate the
mature hotness of their elders, like this one."
Leah's eyes popped wide in alarm. 'Youngsters'?
She has to mean the kids! What did they do to the kids?
One gloved hand clutching the knotted rope and the back of
Leah's head and the other the bound, gagged, and naked captive's
bound hands, the tall kidnapper wheeled Leah and her chair
through the office door.
"As a maturely hot elder myself," Dr. B chuckled, "I appreciate
your kind words."
"Geesh," Suki scoffed, "full of yourself much?"
They continued down the hallway, pushing Leah and her balance
ball office chair down the hallway in the direction of the front
"I'm not a mature hottie?" Dr. B purred.
"No, you're not," Suki giggled. "You're a kinky MILF."
"Remind me to torture you later," Dr. B drawled.
"When we're not busy," Suki agreed.
Just then they passed one of the yoga studios. Leah
thought she saw something from the corner of her right eye, but
before she could turn her head (or attempt to turn her
head, as her hair was still clutched in the tall kidnapper's
tight grip) they were past.
Their destination was the tearoom beyond. They made a
right turn and...
Leah screamed through her gag, her eyes popped wide, and
she fought her bonds for all she was worth! In the center
of the open space, atop a pair of square cafe tables that had
been pushed together, was Kate! And she was naked, lying
on her back, and cocooned in multiple layers of clear plastic to
one of the spa's yoga-boards!
"Mrrrf!" Kate screamed in return as Leah was rolled in her
direction. The mummified restaurateur squirmed in her
bonds, but it was obvious that both her restraints and gag were
even more effective than Leah's ropes and rolled
super-absorbent towel gag.
Leah continued struggling as the kidnappers released the ropes
lashing her to the balance ball chair's frame, then lifted her
off the ball. Her box-tie/reverse-prayer bonds remained
intact, as did most of the frog-tie bonds, the ropes binding her
legs with her knees bent.
"MRRRF!" Leah screamed again as the short kidnapper produced a
plastic egg with a dangling electrical cable, anointed the
off-white ovoid with lubricant, and slid it between her labia
and into her vagina! They then lifted her up and eased her
down atop of Kate, positioning her bent and bound legs to either
side of Kate's hips. The prisoners were now
crotch-to-crotch, and the arrangement became permanent (or at
least long term) as they passed rope under the yoga-board and
the tabletops and lashed Leah's bent and splayed legs in place.
Leah gazed down at Kate and Kate gazed up at her. Leah
noted that her lover's head was pinned to the board by bands of
plastic and clear tape over her forehead and tape-gagged
mouth. Also, neat little circular cutouts in the
mummifying plastic left Kate's nipples exposed, and the same
went for her navel. Kate's shoulders and neck, the only
skin exposed, other than her bare feet, were flushed and beaded
with sweat. Obviously, she was somewhat overheated inside
all that skintight plastic.
The kidnappers passed the ropes tied in Leah's hair, looped
around her neck, and tied to the back of her box-tie over the
rafter directly overhead. The tall kidnapper pulled out
the slack and the short kidnapper hopped up on a table and tied
off the ends to another rafter. Leah was now in the same
pose and predicament she'd endured back in her office, only the
part of the balance-ball was taken by her lover's plastic
cocooned body! Also, a plastic egg was lodged in her
Suddenly, Leah heard a quiet buzzing noise and felt a curious
vibration emanating from somewhere between her legs. At
the same time, Kate flinched, mewled through her gag, and
squirmed in her tight plastic cocoon.
"Good timing," Suki giggled as she lifted a metal box from
beside Kate and Leah and plugged the cable from Leah's egg into
a USB port. There was already an identical cable and a
much thicker cable plugged into the box. "Now my
exposition-slash-gloating scene will come with auditory and
tactile teaching aids."
"Maybe next time you should add a slide show," Dr. B purred.
"I'll think about it," Suki giggled, then held the box where
both Kate and Leah had a good view. "AC power," she
lectured, pointing to the thick cable. It was plugged into
a long extension cord that was passed over a rafter and
disappeared through the serving window into the kitchen.
"And the other two cables power the eggs," Suki continued.
She hefted the box itself. "And this is the brains of the
outfit. I cobbled it together from electronics hobby
modules. Timing circuits, power regulators, that sort of
"You do realize you've never told them what the eggs actually are,"
Dr. B drawled, "don't you?"
Suki nodded at Kate. "That one already knows," she
said. "Anyhoo, the eggs are vibrators and the box provides
random timing and intensity and independent control.
Dr. B sighed and rolled her eyes. "I watched you design
and build the damn thing and I'm confused." She
took the box from Suki's hand and set it back down on the
floor. "Each egg will independently buzz for a few
minutes, then stop, there will be a random rest period, then
it'll buzz again."
"You guys know probability theory?" Suki asked. "Keep
track of who gets buzzed how often and at what setting, and
eventually you should be able to derive the parameters."
"On the down side," Dr. B purred, "if both vibrators go off at
the same time on high, you'll probably stop caring about data
"Oh, good point," Suki giggled. "Simultaneous orgasms for
Leah gazed down at Kate, and suppressed the urge to grind her
hips. Kate probably wouldn't appreciate the added
stimulation. It occurred to her that if Kate's egg had
been intermittently buzzing for some unknown period before
her arrival, it was a plausible alternative explanation for her
plastic-wrapped lover's sweaty condition.
Dr. B and Suki took a step back and gazed down at the tableau of
a box-tied Leah atop a plastic mummified Kate.
"Beautiful." Suki sighed.
"Beautiful," Dr. B agreed.
They spun on their heels and left the tearoom.
Leah locked eyes with Kate. Kate shivered in her cocoon as
the egg continued vibrating and Leah continued trying her best
to remain perfectly still. It was difficult.
Stimulation was emanating from the egg in her lover's pussy and
somehow, a little of it was finding its way to Leah's own
Leah continued gazing down at her lover. Kate panted
through flaring nostrils and continued gazing up at Leah.
More time passed... and abruptly Kate's egg stopped buzzing.
As far as Leah could tell, Kate hadn't cum—and she had
experience watching Kate cum.
Time continued to pass.
said to Dr. B as they reentered the locker room.
"I can do that," Dr. B responded, then extracted a coil of brown
rope from the duffel bag, strolled to the largest open area in
the locker room, released the coil, then hopped up on a bench
and tossed one end over a rafter with a deft flip of the wrist.
Meanwhile, Suki had produced her key, unlocked the locker
incarcerating their remaining employee-target, Opal, then
returned the key and padlock to a pouch on her belt.
Opal blinked her brown eyes and tugged on her plasticuffed
wrists when the door opened.
"Hiya, Miss Hanover," Suki said brightly. "It's your
turn." She reached inside, grabbed Opal's waist,
and—"Ooof!"—lifted her from the locker.
It was then that Opal noticed the noose the tall kidnapper had
tied in the dangling rope. Her eyes popped wide and she
mewled through her gag. "Mrrrpfh!"
Suki embraced Opal from behind with her arms wrapped around the
blond captive's body and dragged her towards her partner and the
"Mrrrrk!" Eyes still on the noose, Opal did her best to
resist, but Suki kept her off balance and it wasn't a very long
trip. "Nrrr!" The noose dropped over her head and
tightened around her neck!
"Not to worry, Miss Hanover," Suki said as she released her
embrace and took a step back. "This is just a control
measure. We don't do snuff."
"Like I promised earlier," Dr. B confirmed, "no harm."
Opal didn't appear to be reassured. She continued tugging
on her wrist bonds—"Mrrr!"—then went up on her toes and froze
when Dr. B pulled on the rope and removed all slack.
"I assume you fully appreciate the control aspect I just
mentioned?" Suki inquired.
Opal nodded frantically, her eyes still wide. The tall
kidnapper slackened the rope and Opal came down off her toes.
Dr. B sat on a bench, the semi-slack rope still in her gloved
hand. "I should have let you handle all the
youngsters," she chuckled. "As I'm sure you appreciate,
'kinky MILFs' like myself need to take it easy. Brittle
"Of course," Suki giggled as she pulled the bandage scissors
from her belt and clacked them together several times.
Opal stared at the scissors like a songbird hypnotized by a
hungry snake. The short kidnapper knelt at her feet and
began slicing open the right leg of her yoga-pants. Opal
shivered and tugged weakly on her wrist bonds as the scissors
slid against her skin... inch by inch... all the way up to the
waistband over her right hip. The left leg was next, then
the yoga-pants fell away, exposing a pair of black spandex
briefs. They were outerwear, suitable for leading a yoga
class after Opal removed the yoga-pants.
"Camel-toe alert!" Suki giggled, indicating the black spandex
stretched over Opal's pussy, then proceeded to slice open and
remove the briefs. "And... a dark blond bush," Suki said,
indicating Opal's pubic hair with the scissors.
"Hardly a surprise," Dr. B purred. "I note she's a little
more enthusiastic with the razor than the others."
"But it's not quite a Brazilian," Suki purred as she
sliced open and removed Opal's sports bra. She then knelt
and removed the yoga instructor's sneakers and anklets, gathered
all her ruined clothing, and added everything to the laundry
hamper. She then sat next to Dr. B on the bench.
Naked, ankle-bound with a plastic cable-tie, her wrists bound
behind her back with plasticuffs, a super-absorbent towel rolled
around a plastic cable-tie cleave-gagging her mouth, and a noose
of brown rope around her neck, Opal tugged on her bonds,
fidgeted on her bare feet, and gazed at her cat-suited and
"Oh," Suki sighed, "just look at—"
"Yes, yes," Dr. B chuckled. "Gorgeous tan. Flawless
skin. Outstanding muscle-tone. Curvaceous
curves. Excellent boobs. Big blue eyes. I
"Way to ruin my gloating scene," Suki pouted, "again."
"Let's just sit here and savor the moment," Dr. B suggested.
"Okay," Suki agreed, then rested her hooded head on her boss'
Opal blinked above her gag and gazed at her captors... who gazed
back at her.
About a minute passed.
"Well," Suki sighed. "I guess we better get a move on."
"Time waits for no villainess," Dr. B chuckled.
Suki heaved another sigh, then strolled to the open duffel and
began pulling out coils of rope and tossing them in Opal's
Opal flinched when the first coil landed on the concrete floor
with a thump.
Over the next half-hour Suki crafted a tight, elaborate, and
undeniably artistic box-tie of the "sadistic" variety, with
Opal's wrists crossed and lifted against her spine and just
below her shoulder blades. As with any box-tie, bands of
rope pinned the naked blonde's upper arms to her sides and yoked
her shoulders, but additional bands crisscrossed between her
breasts and formed a diamond-hitch pattern from her shoulders to
her waist. All the ropes were cinched and interlaced in a
tight, complicated, and redundantly restrictive web.
Oh-by-the-way, Suki had paused in mid-bondage to retrieve two
rolls of of white tape from the duffel, then proceeded to
mummify Opal's fingers and hands. The plastic tape used
for the initial layers was stretchy and more tacky than
adhesive. It gripped itself better than it gripped Opal's
skin. The second layer was white medical tape with a fierce
adhesive. When Suki was done, Opal's hands had been
transformed into a pair of white flippers, and the tape shrouds
were smooth and skintight.
During the initial phase of her enhanced bondage being applied
Opal had tried to resist, but Suki had taken the elementary
precaution of binding her upper arms against her torso before
removing the plasticuffs. Also, when Opal started
squirming in earnest, Dr. B tugged on the noose and pulled her
up onto her toes, once again. Opal took the hint, relaxed,
and allowed herself be bound.
Suki's final flourish was a veritable cat's cradle of
interconnected strands linked to Opal's upper body bonds and
passing through her crotch. And she tied a series of
figure-eight knots in the vertical doubled strands that actually
cleaved Opal's labia and butt-cheeks. Finally, she used a
short length of rope to bind Opal's thighs together, just above
her knees, then cut the cable-tie binding her ankles and took a
"Okay, half done," Suki announced.
Dr. B climbed to her feet and pulled the rope tethering Opal
from over the rafter. The rope slithered and fell, she
formed it into a coil, then turned and headed for the
door. "Off we go," she announced.
The rope went taut, as did the noose around Opal's
throat—"Nrrrk!"—and she had no choice but to stumble along in
the tall kidnapper's wake.
"It's showtine!" Suki giggled as she pulled a long, baton-like,
pink and black object from the duffel, and followed.
and Daphne hung in their bonds... and endured. They'd long
since resigned themselves to the conclusion that escape from
their rope bondage was patently impossible. They
endured. It was their only option.
Suddenly, their black-clad and hooded captors returned to the
yoga studio with a naked, bound, and gagged Opal in tow.
All four Harper-Ricci employees had the same simultaneous and
well-muffled vocal reaction.
"Settle down, ladies," Suki said, then took a firm grip on
Opal's hair and led her forward. Dr. B was close behind,
making sure there was plenty of slack in Opal's neck-rope.
Suki pointed to the ropes suspending Opal's fellow
employees. "As you can see, the key knots are at least
five feet beyond your friends' reach and much closer to
the rafters than the floor. You guys are gonna need
outside help to get free, by which I mean unbound
"No, ya think?" Dr. B drawled.
Suki turned her hooded face towards her boss. "There ya go
again," she pouted. "Will you please let me
conduct my gloating-slash-exposition scenes without snide
comments from the peanut gallery?"
"Sorry, darling," Dr. B purred. "By all means..."
"Harrumph." Suki turned back to the dangling
damsels. "Anyhoo... You won't be untying any of
those knots, as I'm sure you agree, especially not tied up as
you are, and soon, you'll be even more tied up."
She released her hold on Opal's hair, transferred the baton from
her left hand to her right, and stepped forward and positioned
herself behind Erin's hanging body. "The knots and such
are what I brought you here to see. But speaking of 'and
such'... and as long as we're here..."
Erin's green eyes darted back and forth above her gagged
mouth. Suspended and bound in the pike position, hands and
feet down dangling down and her weight supported by ropes
binding her thighs, torso, and hair, she could tell something
was happening, but all the action was behind her behind.
The baton was a pink and black, latex-clad, battery-powered
vibrator! Any bound and gagged damsel seeing the thing
would reach that conclusion, and any doubt was removed when Suki
thumbed a switch in the handle and the pink, rounded, business
end of the thing began to audibly hum!
Erin's eyes popped wide and she screamed through her
gag—"MRRRF!"—and flinched in her bonds when the short kidnapper
pressed the tip of the baton against her labia! The
black-clad and hooded kidnapper held the vibrator in place and
Erin continued to tug on her bound wrists, flutter her useless
fingers, and wiggle her toes. "Mrrrrrr!" The
vocalization was a pathetic whine, rather than an angry protest.
Suki rested her left palm on Erin's left butt-cheek, steadying
the writhing ginger's squirming, swaying body as she began
slowly sliding the baton up and down against Erin's pussy.
"Nrrrmpfh!" Erin panted through flaring nostrils and
shivered in her bonds.
"You seriously think she's gonna cum?" Dr. B inquired.
"Probably," Suki purred as she slid the buzzing pink ovoid back
and forth. "Okay... maybe. I know she's
scared." She gave Erin's left butt-cheek a gentle pat with
her left hand. "Don't be afraid, little ginger. It
feels good, doesn't it? It feels goooood."
"Yes it does," Suki giggled. "It feels goooood."
The short kidnapper continued massaging Erin's now flushed and
gleaming pussy with the buzzing baton. All Opal, Scout,
and Daphne could do was watch, of course. Second followed
buzzing second... and became a minute... then two.
"Mrrrf!" Erin complained, and she continued squirming and
panting and complaining... but slowly, her muffled cries
became... rhythmic. "Mrrr-mrrr-mrrr-MRRRRR!" She
quivered and shook, her pale skin gleaming with sweat and
flushed pink in places. Then, she went limp in her bonds,
still panting but otherwise motionless.
"There," Suki sighed. She continued slowly stroking Erin's
labia with the wand for several seconds, then clicked it
off. "Told ya so."
"I'd score that as a probable," Dr. B chuckled.
"Everybody's a critic," Suki sighed as she shifted position to
stand behind Scout. Hogtied and suspended in midair, the
helpless brunette couldn't see Suki any better than Erin had
been when Suki extracted the ginger's alleged orgasm.
Unable to see the shorter of the two kidnappers, Scout focused
the angry glare on the tall one standing next to Opal.
"Mrrrpfh-urrrf!" Her stern, gagged warning abruptly became
a gagged whine when the unseen kidnapper clicked on her baton
and pressed it against her labia! "Nrrrrr!"
The vibrator continued buzzing... and gliding... and buzzing.
Scout shivered in her bonds and clenched her eyes tightly
closed. I am not going to cum! she
promised herself. The problem was, of course, that the
vibrator was continuing to glide against her labia... and nudge
her clitoris... and glide against her labia... and caress her
inner thighs... and glide against her labia!
Afterwards, Scout was never sure exactly how long it took the
buzzing baton to tease her to orgasm, but it happened, despite
her best efforts to ignore what the hellish thing was doing to
some of her favorite body parts. It was humiliating. Not
her idea of pleasure. And it wasn't anything she would
call satisfying, not like the orgasms she experienced making
love with Erin... back in their apartment... with neither of
them bound and gagged and being toyed with by sinister
"I'd score that two for two," Dr. B chuckled as Suki clicked off
the baton, "although neither one of them seemed particularly
enthusiastic. And number three is gonna be even more
of a challenge."
"I love a good challenge," Suki purred as she sauntered forward
until she was close beside Daphne. "Hey there, Feisty,"
she giggled. Unlike the others, this time Suki and her
plaything were gagged-face-to-hooded-face. Hanging from
her wrists, ankles, and hair, Daphne was well positioned to glare
into her tormentor's blue eyes, and she did so. Suki's
smile widened behind the mask of her hood. "Oh, if looks
Dr. B leaned even closer to Opal. "What do you think,
Blondie?" she inquired, "will Miss Hanover cum like a cute
little British bunny?"
Opal stared straight ahead and didn't respond. She had no
choice but to witness her colleagues' humiliating ordeals, but
she didn't have to participate... other than with her naked,
bound, and gagged presence.
The short kidnapper wrapped her left arm around Daphne's legs,
clicked on the baton still in her right hand, and pressed the
head against the hanging Brit's pussy. Daphne's legs and
arms were in the way so she couldn't see the vibrator or her own
pussy---not very well, anyway---but she could definitely feel
the damned thing! She managed to continue glaring and not
flinch as the pipsqueak kidnapper massaged her pussy and its
immediate surrounds with the baton's buzzing head. She
squeezed her thighs together, as tightly as she could, but the
results were mixed. It made her pussy a slightly more
difficult target, but in the process pressed the throbbing
business end against her inner thighs. She was only impeding
her tormentor's access to her labia and clit, not preventing
her tormentor from teasing her nether region. The massage
Daphne steeled herself, trying to ignore the baton's buzzing
head... and concentrate on glaring at her kidnapper... and
imaging the blue-eyed little monster bound in ropes and dangling
in her place, with Daphne the one teaching her the ins
and outs of Vibrator-Enhanced Bondage Meditation.
A minute passed.
Now, Daphne was panting and sweating, and still glaring
with smouldering anger.
Another minute passed.
Suki kept sliding the vibrator against Daphne's labia, embracing
the captive's legs with her left arm, and returning her furious
gagged glare with a hooded smile. Finally, a series of
shivers shook Daphne's flushed, shining, hanging body, and her
angry eyes brimmed with tears. "I suppose I could continue
running down the batteries," Suki said, "but what ya say we
score this one as 'highly marginal' and call it an orgy."
"Not my idea of an orgy," Dr. B chuckled, "and I'm sure
the others agree, but I'll grant you the marginal."
"Awesome sauce!" Suki giggled, switched off the baton, released
Daphne's legs, and returned to Dr. B's side.
A tear dripped down Daphne's cheek and was absorbed by her gag.
Opal was also crying, or at least her blue eyes were wet.
"On to the next exhibit?" Suki suggested.
"Might as well," Dr. B agreed. "Miss Hanover has seen what
she needs to see."
"And I've had my fun," Suki giggled.
The kidnappers left the yoga studio with Opal in tow.
Needless to say, Erin, Scout, and Daphne remained behind.
The sweat had already dried on Erin and Scout and was beginning
to dry on Daphne. All three had stopped panting and
Daphne's eyes no longer brimmed with tears. She was still
angry, of course, and worried about Opal. Also
(ominously), it was a safe assumption that Leah and Kate were
also in some sort of trouble. Were they the "next exhibit"
the tall kidnapper had mentioned?
The naked trio hung in their bonds and fumed—and worried—and
down at her plastic-wrapped, tape-gagged, and utterly helpless
lover. Kate had cum twice since their kidnappers had left
them in their current, horrible predicament. Her shoulders
and neck—just about the only parts of Kate's body not
shrouded in tight layers of clear plastic—glistened with
sweat. Kate's bare feet were probably sweaty as well, but
the ropes tied in Leah's hair, loosely looped around her neck,
tied to her box-tie bonds, and "encouraging" her upright posture
would punish her scalp if she tried looking back over her
shoulders to confirm her suspicions. It wasn't worth the
Panting through flaring nostrils and trying to think cool
thoughts, Kate gazed up at Leah. She was sure her lover
had cum once, in between Kate's pair of involuntary
orgasms. She was sure Leah could feel it when the
egg-shaped vibrator lodged in Kate's own pussy buzzed. She
could certainly feel it when Leah's vibrator sprang to
life. Leah had more freedom to squirm and wiggle—more so
than Kate's plastic wrappings, anyway—and she could she Leah had
tried to remain perfectly still while her egg did its thing...
but Kate was only human... a naked, sweaty, incredibly sexy and
The kidnappers' insidious control box was currently allowing
them a rest period, but that could change at any second.
Kate noticed that Leah had shifted her gaze towards the
direction of the tearoom entrance. then she heard footsteps and
their kidnappers came into her more limited field of view.
And Opal was with them! And their incredibly cute,
competent, and just plain nice yoga instructor was
naked, elaborately bound, and gagged with a tightly rolled
absorbent towel, like Leah!
"As you can see," the shorter kidnapper said, apparently for
Opal's benefit, "your pretty bosses are just as helpless as your
fellow wage-slaves, or even more so. Also, it's gonna take
something sharp to free the one with the ginormous schnaze from
her boogey board, and the ropes binding the other one are
knotted up near the ceiling, like with your friends in the yoga
studio. She pointed at the vibrator control box.
"I've thoughtfully tucked eggs inside their lady-bits, and this
box turns them on and off at random intervals. I suppose
you could try unplugging it, somehow, but as you can see, the
power cord's draped over the rafters and is well out of
reach. And even if you did somehow manage to pull
the plug... they'd still be just as helpless, wouldn't they?"
Opal gazed at her helpless bosses (and friends) with teary
eyes. Vibrators. The evidence was plain to
see in the form of the thin cable trailing from beneath Kate's
wrappings and from under Leah's bound body, and both Kat and
Leah were flushed and glistening with sweat.
Suddenly, the short kidnapper embraced Opal from the side.
"So far, everybody has gotten to play with vibrators but
you." She switched on the baton vibrator still in her hand
and it began to buzz. "That hardly seems fair, does it?"
"Mrrrrmpfh!" Opal complained. The short kidnapper was
sliding the business end of the baton against her labia and
inner thighs! "Nrrrrr!"
"What do you suppose are the odds of all three vibrators going
off simultaneously?" Dr. B inquired.
Suki continued teasing Opal's pussy with the humming
Opal continued twisting and squirming. "Mrrrrf!"
"Oh, hardly," Dr. B purred. "Unlikely? Yes.
"Whatever." Suki continued "entertaining" the frantic
bound and gagged blonde with the baton.
One minute became two. Both Kate and Leah's vibrators
remained quiet... but Opal's new friend continued buzzing
away. Eventually, Opal succumbed to the waves of
titillating energy, shivered in orgasm, and whined through her
Suki clicked off the baton.
Opal panted through flaring nostrils, her eyes wet with tears,
once again, and now her smooth, tan body glistened with a patina
"Now that nobody feels neglected," Suki purred in Opal's ear,
"let's move on to our fun endgame, shall we?"
"We shall," Dr. B agreed, and took in the slack of Opal's
Suki released her embrace, dropped the baton into the duffel,
zipped it closed and picked it up, then, together with Dr. B,
led the still recovering blonde captive from the tearoom.
Atop the table, helpless in their plastic and rope bonds, Leah
and Kate watched the departure... Leah for longer than Kate with
her superior field of view... and then they were alone, once
Suddenly, Leah's egg began vibrating. She yelped through
her gag—"Mrrrf!"—and shivered in her bonds.
Kate stared at her gleaming and helpless lover and tried to
ignore the secondhand buzz from Leah's egg.
Both their thoughts were on the same thing.
|Fit 2B Tied
| Chapter 4