The trip to
Abby Clarke's potentially palatial mountainside mansion took one
very long day. Mikki left her adopted parents' home very
early in the morning, made the trip all the way down
south to Elke's family home in a neighboring state, then all
the way back up and east to the mansion in question.
The map apps in their phones made for easy navigation and they
took turns driving, but it was still a grueling trip.
They arrived near sunset, sore, stiff, tired of watching bucolic
scenery whiz by, tired in general, and more than ready for a
meet and greet with Abby, a yummy supper, and a couple of comfy
Abby was very nice, as expected, as were Donna (Abby's
spouse), and Lilly, (Donna's little sister, who was maybe ten
years older that Mikki and Elke, about 5' 7", and not actually
As for Abby's abode, before dinner Mikki and Elke only had time
for a brief, limited tour, but independently the BFFs arrived at
the conclusion that "palatial" was not an appropriate
description for the mountainside mansion. It was huge and
luxurious, but too Modern and homey to warrant being called
palatial. Full of expensive furnishings and art and worthy
of an Architectural Digest cover story?
Yes. Palatial? No.
As it turned out, the "luxuriously homey" estate (as Mikki put
it) was built into and across a north-south spur of the
mountain, with views to the east and west, and it was a
compound, a cluster of outbuildings around the main
mansion. They were all Modern and matched the house in
materials and style so in all probability, the BFFs concluded,
everything had been built at the same time.
Supper was a delicious taco salad accompanied by cold glasses of
Mexican beer (Carta Blanca). Like the food and
drink, conversation was light and pleasant; however, it wasn't
long before "The Girls" (as Abby insisted on calling her young
guests) started visibly flagging. Smiling and yawning,
Mikki and Elke were ushered to separate guest bedrooms and bid
Elke decided to wait 'til morning to take a shower. She
unzipped her soft-sided suitcase, groped around inside, and
found one of the two sets of shortie pajamas she'd packed for
the trip. She then removed and neatly folded her jeans,
blouse, bra, and panties and donned the pajamas. After a
brief trip to the guest bathroom down the hall to conduct her
evening toilette, she removed her glasses and set them on the
bedside table, climbed between the sheets of the queen-size bed,
and turned out the lights.
Elke usually had a hard time falling asleep in a strange place,
but tonight she didn't think it was going to be an issue.
Suddenly, there was a frenzied flurry of quiet knocks at her
bedroom door, it flew open, and Mikki appeared. She was
dressed in panties and a tank-top, her usual
pajamas. "Wait 'til you see what I found!" she gushed,
then hurried to the bed and threw back the top-sheet and light
blanket covering her BFF. "C'mon!" she suggested
Elke rolled her eyes. It would seem falling asleep was
going to be an issue. "What?" she demanded grumpily.
"Lemme show you!" Mikki gushed, then grabbed Elke's
hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Hey!" Elke objected, stifling a yawn.
"C'mon!" Mikki reiterated. She paused for Elke to don her
glasses, then quietly led (dragged) her BFF from her assigned
guest bedroom, down the hall, and into her assigned
Elke blinked and looked around. The decor and furnishings
were more-or-less identical to the room they'd just left, right
down to a very comfortable and inviting queen-size bed.
"Amazing," she muttered. "Thank you so very much for
dragging me here. I can see why it couldn't wait 'til
"The trunk, dingbat!" Mikki responded. "Look at
The trunk in question was at the foot of the bed in the
traditional blanket chest position, but it was... unusual... in
no way Modern, like everything else in the room. It was
heavily carved, dark stained wood, and style-wise, Elke wasn't
sure how to categorize it. Gothic? Folk Art?
Weird? She decided to go with weird. Anyway, however
an auctioneer or museum curator might choose to list the thing
in their catalog, the chest was unique, that was for sure,
unique and out of place.
The lid had three carved "straps" with flush-mounted locks that
would require a barrel-type key. Mikki lifted the wooden
hasps, one-by-one, and Elke saw metal hasps routed into the
wooden undersides, as well as the interior halves of the lock
mechanisms. And sunk into the top forward edge of the
trunk, at each strap location, was a housing waiting to accept
and engage the locks. All of the metal had a dull bronze
finish and more-or-less matched the darkly stained hue of the
"Isn't this thing great!" Mikki enthused as she lifted
"Truly amazing," Elke muttered, perfectly deadpan.
Mikki grinned. "Look inside," she suggested
Elke suppressed another yawn, padded closer, and peered into the
trunk. It was lined with more of the bronze, which she
assumed was actually sheets of steel with a bronze finish,
rather than actual bronze, but what did she know? Its
metal lined, she thought. So what? It
was then that she noted the pile of metal something-or-others
resting on the floor of the trunk... and her eyes widened.
"Exactly," Mikki nodded.
The contents of the trunk were...
Some of the paired cuffs were joined directly together and some
were separated by varying lengths of steel chain.
- Multiple pairs of handcuffs, manacles, fetters, and/or
shackles, all of shining, chrome-plated steel!
- A red rubber ball pierced by a black leather strap, and
the strap's buckle was locked by a tiny brass padlock!
- A key-ring holding a plethora of keys of various sizes,
shapes, and styles!
"Wow," Elke stated in a near whisper.
"I just gotta try it!" Mikki gushed as she leaned into
the trunk, extracted the steel restraints, and piled them on the
"It?" Elke demanded.
"The trunk, the cuffs, all of it," Mikki confirmed.
"Are you nuts?" Elke inquired.
"I think some of these are double-locking," Mikki said as she
sorted through the key-ring until she found the tiny brass key
that unlocked the padlock securing buckle of the rubber ball and
"I'm not locking you in a pair of handcuffs," Elke
huffed, shaking her head.
"Handcuffs, plural," Mikki chuckled as she started
arranging the cuffs, shackles, etc. on the bed, sorting them by
the length of their connecting chain. "That includes the
ball-gag, of course."
"The what?" Elke asked.
"The ball-gag," Mikki said pointing at the red rubber ball,
strap, and padlock.
Elke shrugged, then frowned as her BFF smiled. "What do I
know about the proper designations of kinky hardware?"
"Obviously not enough," Mikki purred. "Now pay
attention." She pointed at the array. The first
three will go on my ankles, the next three on my wrists—behind
the back, of course—and the last two just above my elbows."
"Of course," Elke muttered, then heaved a long-suffering sigh
and tried again. "This is nuts!"
"Pleeeeease?" Mikki begged. She pointed at the open
trunk. "There are breathing holes in the bottom and the
sides, under the carved handles where you don't notice them from
the outside unless you look. I'll have plenty of
air. And it's been used for happy-playtime-fun
before." She pointed at the trunk's interior. "Look
at all the scratches and dings."
"I'll take your word for it," Elke said.
"And don't forget to double-lock all the locks that have
double-locks," Mikki said, "so they don't over-tighten once I
Elke favored her BFF with an even stare.
"You turn the key twice or use it to set the little switch next
to the keyhole," Mikki explained. "I'll explain as we go."
Elke heaved another sigh. "If I wasn't exhausted," she
muttered, "and maybe a little buzzed from a great big glass of cerveza.
I'd tell you where you can shove all this stuff."
Mikki took that as a yes. "Goodie!" she giggled, then
picked up a pair of hinged handcuffs and turned her back on her
BFF. "Nice and tight," she suggested (ordered), "but not
too tight, and this is one of the double-locking
ones. See the little tiny rods in the tiny holes?
You push them in with the pointy end of the key."
Elke rolled her eyes and set to work. In a surprisingly
short time, Mikki's wrists were solidly locked together with a
pair of hinged cuffs, followed by a second hinged pair with
slightly greater separation, followed by a third pair separated
by a swiveling, double-ended, ball-and-socket joint.
"Excellent!" Mikki gushed, testing the cuffs. "Now, lock
one end of each of those two cuffs—" She did a half-turn
and pointed with her right index finger at two pairs of cuffs
separated by about six inches of chain. "—on my left upper
arm, just above the elbow, then wrap the connecting chains
around each other a few times and lock the other ends on my right
upper arm. That'll shorten the chains, stiffen them
up, and pull my elbows together." She noted Elke's
hesitation. "Don't worry. I can handle it.
They won't be anywhere near touching and we both do
"I know we both do yoga," Elke huffed. "I'm half
of the 'we,' dummy." She carried out her orders.
One of the cuffs was of the ratcheting, double-locking variety,
and the other had what were called "screw-locks," according to
Mikki the resident handcuff expert. The end result was
Mikki's elbows cuffed and about three inches apart. It
pulled her shoulders back (slightly) and caused her breasts to
point. And oh-by-the-way, Mikki had a prominent pair of pokies
that dimpled the cotton fabric of her tank-top (Elke noted
"Excellent!" Mikki reiterated, then padded to the open trunk,
lifted her right leg, carefully stepped inside, lifted her left
leg into the trunk, and planted her feet side-by-side. She
then sat down, lifted both legs, and pointed her feet and toes
straight into the air. "Okay, last three cuffs," she
ordered (demanded), wiggling her toes and smiling up from the
dark, metal-lined depths at her reluctant helper/captor.
Elke locked the remaining cuffs around Mikki's ankles. One
was the ratcheting, double-locking kind, two had screw-type
locks, and all three were separated by about six inches of steel
Mikki lowered her cuffed/fettered feet, scrambled around inside
the metal-lined trunk until she could kneel, then grinned at her
BFF. "Ball-gag!" she demanded.
Elke glowered at her "victim," shook her head, then padded to
the bed and picked up the ball-gag and its padlock. "Both
of us are idiots," she muttered as she returned to the
"And don't forget to lock the trunk," Mikki said as she smiled
at her glowering BFF. "All three locks, and—Mrrff!"
Whatever further instructions Mikki was about to issue were
stifled by the two-inch rubber ball Elke somewhat petulantly
stuffed in her mouth. The frowning blonde then threaded
the strap through the buckle, pulled out all the slack,
then secured the buckle at the nape of Mikki's neck and
padlocked its tongue. Click! She was
careful not to trap any of her prisoner's tousled ginger curls
under the strap. If it's a gag she wants, Elke
silently fumed, it's a gag she gets!
Inside the trunk, Mikki settled onto her right side in a fetal
tuck with her knees more-or-less pressed against her boobs, then
stared up at her BFF/captor, batting her big brown eyes with
"One hour," Elke growled, "and not a single, solitary second
longer." Then, with that ultimatum and before Mikki could
figure out a way to object, she closed the lid.
Mikki managed an abbreviated gagged squeak—"Mrk!"—before
total darkness descended. She heard the locks engage—K'click...
K'click... K'click—all three of them... followed by
total silence. "Mrrrf!" Her gagged voice was close
and loud in her own ears, but well-muffled by the rubber sphere
more-or-less filling her mouth. The strap was tight!
Elke had gagged her with a vengeance. Not really,
but the strap was tight.
Meanwhile, outside the Stygian darkness of Mikki's cramped
prison, Elke stifled a yawn as she padded to Mikki's bed, pulled
back the covers, and slid between the sheets. She removed
her glasses and carefully placed them on the bedside table, next
to the key-ring, then turned out the lights with the convenient
switch set in the wall just above the table. Now, the
entire bedroom was dark, but not Stygian. A little
starlight was shining through the six-inch gap in the otherwise
closed drapes not quite covering the bedroom's east-facing
Drat, Elke thought. I need to go get my phone
so I can set a timer... but first... I need to think.
She stretched and yawned, again. How can she be this
stupid? How can we be this stupid? she
excoriated herself. Playing Mikki's stupid game in a
stranger's house? Stupid! She heaved a deep
sigh. I need to get my phone, she reminded
herself. Better yet, I should just grab the damn keys
and call off this whole damn farce! She's had her stupid
fun. Enough is enough! We shouldn't have done it
in the first place!
And then, having arrived at a logical and undeniably sensible
resolution to the current unacceptable and ill-advised
situation... Elke fell asleep.
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arbitrary time limit Mikki's villainous captor had imposed on
her Stygian, steel-imposed captivity—passed slowly.
Mikki squirmed and tested her bonds, rolling around in the close
confines of the trunk. She was bound and gagged! Big
time! It was her favorite game on steroids! With a
cherry on top! Her futile struggles caused the cuffs to
tap and scrape against the trunk's metal-lined interior, no
doubt adding additional dings and scratches, but while the
sounds were clearly audible from her perspective inside the
close confines of her Cruel Confinement, Mikki was sure that
from the outside, the noise would escape the notice of
all but the most sharp-eared of would be rescuers.
Eventually... Mikki became convinced that more than an
hour had passed. Elke was really being villainous,
and it wasn't like her. Mikki had always had to talk
(meaning cajole) her BFF into being villainous and "cruel."
And then—Finally!—Mikki heard the sound of the trunk's
three locks being unlocked. K-click!
K-click! K-click! She readied herself for the
lid to open so she could give her BFF a serious (and teasing)
dressing down for doing what Mikki had begged her to do.
She knew the ball-gag plugging her mouth would render the tirade
unintelligible, but she was willing to give it a go.
The trunk lid opened on silent hinges, cool air flooded the
trunk and caressed her scantily clad, well-restrained body...
and the darkness was no longer Stygian, merely total.
Okay, not quite total. Mikki's eyes were totally
dark-adapted and she found she could actually see, thanks to the
faint glow from the partially open drapes. Leaning into
the trunk and smiling down at her was—"Mrrrk?"—Lilly Orlando!
and not her BFF! The grinning Brunette was
dressed in a white tank-top (like Mikki). As to whether
she was wearing panties or anything else from the waist down was
an open question.
Still smiling, Lilly leaned close and whispered in Mikki's left
ear. "Hush. You'll wake your cute little blond
friend." She reached into the trunk, wrapped her arms
around Mikki's body, and "helped" her sit up. She then
shifted her grip and lifted Mikki from the trunk and settled her
onto her shoulder in a stomach-down, face-down, feet-first,
As Lilly carried her towards the open bedroom door, Mikki shook
the tousled ginger curls from her face and gazed at the
bed. Elke was, indeed, asleep, lying on her right side
under the rumpled covers. Mikki considered screaming through
the rubber ball plugging her mouth; however:
1. That would be rude.
Mikki could resolve the second and third issues, Lilly had
padded across the threshold and they were out in the
hallway. Lilly, her rescuer/abductor, eased Mikki off her
shoulder and onto the cool leather seat of a very nice
wheelchair, of the medical variety. Lilly then padded back
into the bedroom, silently closed the lid of the
chest/damsel-prison, and then, still smiling, padded back to
Mikki. By the way, Mikki noted that in addition to the
white tank-top, Lilly was wearing a faded pair of skintight
denim jeans. Also, her feet were bare... hence all the
"padding." The panties question remained unresolved.
2. If she was being rescued by Lilly, making mewling
noises would alert her captor, the slumbering blond villainess
on the bed, thus potentially ruining the rescue.
3. If she was being abducted by Lilly, if she
woke Elke up and her BFF tried to intervene, she might get
abducted as well! And that would be... bad?
Mikki watched (with wide eyes) as Lilly silently eased the
bedroom door closed... then stepped behind the wheelchair,
gripped the handles, and pushed off.
"Mrrf?" Mikki inquired as she was rolled down the dark
hallway. This was her first time riding in a wheelchair...
also her first time wearing multiple pairs of handcuffs with a
ball-gag stuffed in her mouth and riding in a wheelchair.
"It's still a few hours 'til sunrise, so we should get a little
more sleep," Lilly whispered, answering Mikki's terse, gagged
inquiry as to where the hell they were going and what the hell
was happening. Either that or she was just being
informative. "You can share my bed," she added.
"Mrrf?" Mikki reiterated, but this time she was ignored.
Her gagged question, of course, was "Your bed?"
Mikki realized the brunette could afford to ignore her. She
wasn't the one that was bound, gagged, and helpless.
Nonetheless, some sort of reply would have been
polite. Nobody likes an uncommunicative abductor.
Lilly continued wheeling Mikki down the hallway... made a left
turn... continued wheeling... then stopped, opened a door, and
wheeled Mikki into yet another bedroom.
Mikki looked around. A bedside reading lamp was shining so
there was plenty of light. The bedroom (obviously Lilly's
bedroom) was about the same size as Mikki's guest bedroom (the
one with the wickedly weird trunk/damsel prison) but was more
lived in and less... generic. Also, off to one side was a
generous alcove with a comfortable-looking office chair, large
table/desk, an impressive computer-tower, and one of those
extra-long double or triple screens. Either Lilly was a serious
gamer or she did some kind of design work. Anyway, the
place was homey and nice... for the secret lair of an evil
Lilly lifted her guest (meaning her kidnap victim) from the
wheelchair and gently deposited her on the queen-size bed.
The covers were already pulled back.
Mikki rolled onto her side and squirmed to get comfortable, then
watched as Lilly unzipped and pulled down her jeans, draped them
over a chair, stretched her tank-top and panties clad incredibly
fit and curvaceous body, then smiled down at her helpless
guest. Mikki had to admit, Lilly was a looker. Also,
she was wearing panties. They were of the decidedly
skimpy, bikini-thong variety and were just barely there, but
they were there. The panties question was
"Sweet dreams, Mikki," Lilly wished her guest as she climbed
into bed, embraced the bound and gagged ginger-haired guest in
question, planted a warm and rather enthusiastic kiss on Mikki's
ball-gagged mouth, then rolled over and turned her back.
Mikki was outraged! How dare Lilly treat
her with such... familiarity! Granted, most of the kiss
had landed on the rubber ball of her gag and not her full,
luscious lips, but still! A wave of... indignation
quivered between her legs. She was a helpless prisoner at
the mercy of a beautiful, mischievous, slightly older
woman! What an outrage!
Lilly turned off the light, squirmed into the soft mattress, and
sighed. Her butt was more-or-less pressed against Mikki's
Well, Mikki mused, that happened... and is still
happening. I've been kidnapped... I think. And I
guess the joke's on Elke. Right? She turned
her head and stared up at the dark ceiling. I should
be terrified, she realized. Why aren't I
terrified? And then, with that logical and
eminently sensible question unresolved, Mikki drifted off to
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Early morning light was streaming through the narrow gap in the
drapes. Surprisingly, she felt not even a smidgen
of disorientation. There was no instant of wondering where
she was. Elke knew where she was: Abby Clarke's
magnificent Modern mansion, snug and warm in the bed of the
guest bedroom she'd been assigned, and... Wait.
Wait! WAIT!! She was in Mikki's guest
bedroom! Her eyes popped wide as her memory came flooding
Her stomach in a knot, Elke threw back the covers and scrambled
from the bed. Pausing only to don her glasses, she
scampered to the nefarious weird trunk—realized she'd forgotten
to grab the key-ring from the bedside table along with her
glasses—realized the key-ring wasn't on the bedside
table—then realized the trunk wasn't locked! The carved
wood and bronze-finished metal hasps were open! She lifted
the lid, and...
No Mikki! No handcuffs, fetters, shackles, ball-gag,
etc.! No nothing!
"She escaped?" Elke muttered under her breath,
Just then, the bedroom door opened and Donna Orlando, Abby's
spouse and Lilly's big sister, padded into the bedroom, a broad
Good Morning smile lighting her gorgeous face.
"Oh, good, you're awake," Donna beamed. "I hope you slept
Unable to make her mouth work, Elke stared, blinked, and finally
managed a jerking nod.
Oh-by-the-way, Donna was wearing (just barely) a string bikini
in a shade Elke believed was often called "Prussian-blue."
There wasn't much to it, which meant there was a whole lot of
Donna on open display... and Donna was built like the proverbial
brick outhouse and in stunningly good physical shape...
in a curvaceous, feminine sort of way. Despite the
circumstances, Elke was impressed.
"We've decided to have breakfast out on the deck," Donna said,
"overlooking the pool. Here." She tossed Elke a wad of
Elke caught the wad in question, let it fall apart in her hands,
and realized she was holding a snow-white version of the string
bikini Donna was almost wearing.
"Uniform of the day," Donna explained as she nodded at the white
bikini (what there was of it). "We always wear swimsuits
when we decide to breakfast on the deck; except in winter, of
Elke nodded in agreement. That makes perfect sense,
she reasoned. Nobody wears a string bikini in winter.
"Uh..." She blinked at Donna. "You want me to wear this?"
"That's entirely up to you, sweetie," Donna chuckled, "but the
rest of us will be properly dressed for poolside dining."
Elke gazed at the miniscule bikini, again, then glanced at the
open and empty trunk. "Uh, what about Mikki?"
"Oh, Mikki's already up," Donna answered. "I believe Abby
found her something to wear in cherry-red."
Speaking of red, Elke's cheeks were blushing bright crimson and
her heart was hammering. She swallowed several times and
struggled to control a sudden sense of panic. "Uh...
okay," she finally managed to answer.
"Wonderful," Donna said, then turned and padded to the open
door. "See you in half an hour," she said from the
hallway, one hand on the doorknob. "More than enough time
for a quick shower. Ciao!" she added and was gone, closing
the door behind her.
Elke stared at the back of the door. "Uh... ciao," she
answered belatedly. Her breathing was back under control,
but she was still blushing. "Wow," she whispered to the
And speaking of empty, Elke turned back to the trunk.
Obviously, Mikki hadn't escaped. She'd been
rescued. Rats, Elke thought, chewing on her lower
lip as she gazed into the metal-lined, Mikki-less void. I
wanted to be the one to do that. I should have
been the one to do that. She's gonna hate me. I
fell asleep and she's gonna hate me. There's no excuse.
She heaved a sigh, closed the trunk lid, then padded out the
bedroom door, bikini in hand. The guest bathroom she'd be
sharing with her BFF (when Mikki wasn't bound, gagged, and
locked in metal-lined trunks) was more-or-less equidistant
between her room and Mikki's. She decided to take the
quick shower, as Donna had suggested (she needed it), then make
her final decision regarding breakfast dining apparel.
Obviously, some sort of game was afoot, and she had
absolutely no clue what its rules might be. Was the bikini
an attempt to embarrass her and put her at some sort of
disadvantage with the opening move? Was Mikki's rescue
some sort of... challenge? And how did they know Mikki
needed rescuing in the first place? Had the trunk and its
contents—meaning all the cuffs and the ball-gag, before Mikki
was added to the contents—been some sort of...
bait? Bait for Mikki? (Yes, obviously) But
bait for me, as well?
Elke's lips might be set in a flustered pout, but her blue-eyes
were flashing. I'll show them. Two can play at
this game... whatever it is. Embarrassed? Hah!
I'll wear their stupid bikini and not be
apologetic for leaving Micki in the trunk all night... or
however long she was in the damn thing before she was rescued.
She entered the bathroom and stripped off her shortie
pajamas. I'll apologize to Mikki later, of
course. She'll play the martyr and give me all
sorts of grief, but she'll forgive me. She always does.
Elke took her morning tinkle, opened her toiletries kit and
brushed her teeth, then turned on the shower, waited for the
water to warm, stepped into the stall and under the stream, then
closed the glass door behind her.
As for Abby, Donna, and Lilly, Elke thought as she
luxuriated under the hot, wet torrent, we'll just see who
winds up winning their silly game... whatever it is.