blushing, and not because she was embarrassed to be
seen wearing a snow-white string-bikini that provided only
minuscule coverage for her breasts and, uh, "bikini
area;" and certainly not in anticipation of the
dressing down she was about to get from their hostess for
letting herself get talked into locking Mikki in multiple
handcuffs, fetters, shackles, etc., plugging her big, fat, stupid
mouth with a ball-gag, and locking her in that weird
trunk/damsel-prison back in the guest bedroom. No
siree! she thought. I'm not
embarrassed. Not at all. I'm blushing because...
Okay, Elke was embarrassed. She knew the bikini
in question was kinda one-size-fits-all, like the
Prussian-blue little number (emphasis on "little") Donna had
been wearing. That's the thing with string
bikinis. The strings allow for infinite size adjustment.
The problem was, of course, that while Donna's blue bikini had
been scandalous... the white bikini Elke was currently
wearing was also scandalous, and Elke didn't do
Also, Donna's bikini top hadn't so much covered her breasts as
made a valiant attempt to stretch over them. Donna had a
truly magnificent pair of hooters, hence the stretching.
That said, Donna's boobs were in no way freakishly
large, but they were unarguably magnificent.
Fortunately, Elke's white top afforded more coverage, but that
was because her boobs weren't as generous as Donna's.
Elke's mounds were less... volumetric; however, they were definitely
there. Like her BFF, Elke was most assuredly not a
member of the itty-bitty-titty-committee. No siree!
But neither one of them was Donna.
Anyway, left to her own devices, Elke preferred a nice, demure,
one-piece tank-suit that afforded significantly more
coverage. It was a style choice.
Elke heaved a tragic sigh. She knew that push come to
shove, the real reason she was embarrassed was that she'd
revealed herself to be... less than sensible. The bare
naked truth (in a manner of speaking) was that Elke knew she
had, indeed, let Mikki talk her into locking her in multiple
handcuffs, fetters, shackles, etc., plugging her big, fat, stupid
mouth with a ball-gag, and locking her in that weird
trunk/damsel-prison, and she was mortified. The
white bikini was just the snow-white icing on the chagrined and
abashed angel food cake that was a nearly naked Elke Björkqvist!
Elke screwed her courage to the sticking place (to coin a
phrase) as she padded through Abby's Magnificent Modern
Mountainside Mansion (as she'd decided to officially designate
Mikki's cousin's home), and arrived at the deck overlooking the
pool. Finding her way hadn't been difficult. Elke
and Mikki might have not yet received the full tour Abby had
promised, but she'd absorbed enough of the floorplan to find the
deck without difficulty.
The blushing, nearly naked blonde was the last to arrive for
Lilly was at the cook-top of the outdoor kitchen built against
the mansion at one end of the deck and was wearing a black
bikini, a hunter-green cook's apron, and a welcoming
smile. She was busy flipping pancakes on a large griddle.
Abby was seated at the head of the deck's metal and glass-top
outdoor dining table, wearing a jade-green string-bikini.
Donna was at her spouse's right, still barely wearing the
aforementioned Prussian-blue swatches.
Finally, Mikki was seated on Abby's right, wearing the
cherry-red bikini Donna had mentioned back in the guest bedroom.
"There you are!" Donna exclaimed with a welcoming smile, then
patted the seat of the empty chair to her left. "Sit here,
"Good morning," Abby added with a friendly smile.
The way Elke was feeling, her hostess' smiles might also have
been characterized as leering and/or diabolical, rather than
welcoming and friendly, but she decided to be charitable (and
less paranoid). "Good morning," she responded as she
settled into the chair. The chair in question was black,
powder-coated steel, like the table's legs and frame, and was
cool against her ninety-something-percent bare skin, but
thankfully, like the morning air, it wasn't all that cool.
"Morning," Mikki added, smiling (and blushing) at her BFF.
"Yes... it is," Elke answered with an even stare.
Mikki's blush intensified. Abby and Donna smiled, but they
managed not to laugh. It was a near thing.
"Coffee?" Abby offered, lifting the insulated carafe in the
middle of the table.
"Thank you," Elke answered and held up the mug from her place
setting. She had to admit, even next to her spouse, Abby
Clarke was no slouch in the bikini-clad good looks
department. Her peachy-pink, fair complexion was stunning
(like Mikki's pasty, freaky, ginger-skin) and she was in
excellent shape... in an excellently shapely manner.
Granted, her tits weren't as big as Donna's, but they were
bigger than her own... or Mikki's for that matter. Elke
made these observations in an entirely objective manner,
"Don't be angry with Mikki," Abby purred as she refilled
her own mug. "Enthusiasm for the kind of unconventional
you two engaged in last night runs in the family."
"At a full sprint," Donna purred, sipping her coffee.
Abby favored her spouse with a sideways look. Donna smiled
Elke and Mikki exchanged a look of their own. Abby might
as well have said "I'll deal with you later," even though she'd
said nothing. There had been a definite teasing-the-tiger
vibe to Donna's remark.
The BFF's silent exchange, however, was more on the order
of—"That explains a lot."—"Please forgive me."—"Not
"Eggs," Lilly announced as she carried a platter of pancakes to
Eggs? Elke wondered, staring at the inviting stack of
Lilly pointed at Abby. "Fried," she stated, then shifted her
finger to Donna. "Scrambled." Her finger shifted to Mikki.
"Fried," Mikki stated. "Over easy." She then nodded
at her BFF. "Scrambled."
Lilly smiled at Elke.
Oh, she's taking egg orders, Elke realized. Of
course. "Yes, scrambled please" she confirmed, and
Lilly returned to the outdoor kitchen and began cracking eggs
into a bowl.
"Eat 'em while they're hot," Abby advised as she forked pancakes
onto Elke's plate, then did the same for Mikki, Donna, and
Butter and syrup were deployed and the meal began while Lilly
cooked their egg orders.
"Elke, darling?" Abby said as she passed around a platter laden
with crispy bacon and browned sausages.
Elke quickly swallowed her first bite of pancake. It was
delicious, by the way. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Ma'am," Donna chortled (which earned her another dirty look).
"Please, call be Abby," Abby stated, smiling warmly at
Elke nodded. "Okay, Abby."
"When we've all finished eating," Abby continued, still smiling,
"you and I need to have a friendly talk."
Mikki assumed the worst, swallowed the bite of pancake she'd
been masticating, and rose to her BFF's defense. "It was
all my fault, Abby, like I told you. Don't be
angry with Elke. Please."
Oh, that's sweet, Elke thought, and she meant it, but she
managed not to smile at her BFF. Maybe I'll only kill
her a little.
"I'm not angry," Abby chuckled, then refocused her smile on
Elke. "I'm not. But we still need to talk."
Elke nodded, then forced what she hoped was a smile. It
may have been some sort of bizarre grimace. "Yes, Abby."
Eventually, Lilly carried over the egg orders and joined the
meal. Elke and Mikki exchanged a look as they sampled
their eggs, then nodded in unison. Lilly was a damn fine
cook, and they told her so.
By the time
they finished breakfast, daybreak was giving way to early
morning and the air was beginning to warm. The sky was
blue and and cloudless and the vista of mountains and valleys
spread before them was magnificent. Songbirds
flitted from bush to bush. There were trees down in the
valley, but the slopes were rocky, grassy, and sere, far from
the green and mossy cedar forests Mikki and Elke were
accustomed to in the western part of the state, but it was very
scenic, in a could-use-a-good-soaking-rain sort of
way. On a distant mountain peak they could see a tower
bristling with antennas and microwave dishes, but there were no
other distinct signs of human habitation.
Donna started piling the empty plates together. "My turn
to clean up," she announced.
"I'll help," Mikki offered, gathering the tableware.
"I'll clean up the griddle," Lilly added, nodding towards the
outdoor kitchen. She then focused her smile on
Mikki. "Then, I'll show you around, like I promised."
"Cool!" Mikki gushed. "I can't wait to see your
Elke rolled her eyes, then smiled (shyly) at Abby. "Uh...
I guess we're gonna have that talk, right? After I change,
"Don't be silly, darling," Abby chuckled, then lifted the carafe
and refilled both her mug and Elke's. "We'll chat down by
the pool. Come with me."
"Yes, Abby," Elke sighed, then noted her BFF's beaming
smile. There was another silent exchange.
("Keep it up, you orange-haired freak!"—"What? You look lovely
in that mini-micro-teensy-tiny-bikini!"—"I'll deal with you
Lilly padded to the outdoor kitchen and began her cleanup.
Donna and Mikki finished clearing the table and carried the
dirty dishes, platters, tableware, and napkins towards the
mansion. Abby and Elke carried their coffee mugs to the
stairs winding down to the pool.
The pool in question was kidney-shaped and, like the mansion,
undeniably magnificent. It was built into the slope, and
style-wise it bridged the natural mountainside with the Modern
mansion. Also, it was surrounded by a ten-foot fence of
narrow, vertical iron bars. A pedestrian gate gave access
to a foot-trail that descended into the valley to the left and
climbed towards the mountain peak to the right. Elke
detected a faint whiff of chlorine. It was in no way
overpowering, but it was there.
"This is really nice," Elke said as they padded to a small iron
cafe table and settled into a pair of comfortably padded
chairs. They were protected by a tautly stretched, brown,
rectangular shade-sail that provided semi-shade, or rather would
provide semi-shade once the sun climbed a little higher in
"Thank you, dear," Abby purred. "The pool is large enough
to allow lap-swimming, but small enough to blend into the
mountain. The fence keeps out the wildlife, so..."
She pointed to a water feature on the far side of the
bars. "...we added a watering hole and birdbath. Its
water comes straight from the well, rather than the pool
The feature in question was a shallow, rock-lined pool fed by a
trickling waterfall that dripped down a tasteful pile of
specially selected boulders from a shallow basin and
fountain. Elke assumed there was a recirculating pump
hidden somewhere, but the arrangement looked very
As Elke watched, a robin-sized, yellow and gray bird swooped to
the basin/birdbath and began to drink.
"Western Meadowlark," Abby said quietly.
Elke nodded. She wasn't a birder, but she knew most of the
common species. "We have them on the west side of the
Abby sipped her coffee and focused her smile on Elke. The
meadowlark continued dipping its beak into the water, then
tipping back its head to let the water slide down its throat.
"I have no objection to you and my cousin playing innocent
games," Abby said. "However, I consider it my duty to make
sure you're up to the task of being my young cousin's..."
Elke blushed and took a sip of her coffee.
"Accomplice?" she suggested.
Abby chuckled. "That'll do for now. Anyway, tell me:
how would your assess your skill level as a rigger?"
Elke blinked uncertainly. "Rigger?"
Abby grinned. "A wrapper of ropes. A knotter of
"Oh." Elke heaved a sigh. "Adequate...
marginally." She sipped her coffee again, then focused on
Abby. "Okay, I'm lousy. Mikki always escapes
when I tie her wrists. We had to switch to handcuffs...
the fuzzy pink toy kind, not the solid and for real
handcuffs in your collection."
Abby nodded. "I see." She retrieved her mug and took
another sip. "I guess I'll have to teach you."
Elke narrowly averted a spit-take. "Say what?" she
gasped, wiping her chin.
"It's my duty," Abby said with a smile. "I'll teach
you." She reached out and patted Elke's hand. "When
I'm finished, you'll be a first rate rigger.
It's a promise."
Elke's blinking and blushing problem had returned. "Uh..."
"But you have to promise something to me, as well," Abby
continued. "You have to promise to do everything I
say, to follow all my orders to the letter and
without question. Will you do that, Elke?"
This was all happening very quickly, but Elke managed to nod and
force a weak smile. "Sure. Yeah. I mean... I
Abby smiled and set down her coffee mug. "I'll hold you to
that," she purred as she climbed to her feet. "Wait here."
Elke watched as Abby—in all her fit, toned, fair-skinned,
jade-green-bikini-clad glory—padded to a nearby pool shed,
opened the door and reached inside, then returned with the
handles of a large, bulging, hunter-green cloth shopping bag
clutched in her left hand. She set the bag on the stone
flags, reached inside, and pulled out a small, neatly coiled
bundle of light brown, natural fiber rope.
Luckily, Elke's mug was safely resting on the table next to
Abby's and nowhere near her astonished mouth, or there would
have been a spit-take. "N-now?" she demanded.
"There's no time like the present," Abby chuckled.
"Y-you're gonna... t-tie me up?" Elke gasped.
"No, dear," Abby chuckled as she pulled out a second small coil
and set it on the table. "You're going to tie me
Elke was speechless. If her brain had a carburetor, at the
moment it would have been suffering from severe vapor
"How else am I going to objectively assess your skill level?"
Abby inquired. Smiling sweetly, she released the retaining
hitch in the first coil.
Elke hated to admit it, but Abby was being eminently
logical. However... "This is nuts!" she
Abby's smile widened. "Entirely." She tossed the now
loose tangle of rope to Elke. "Let's get started."
As it amounted
to little more than loading the dishwasher, Donna and
Mikki's half of the cleanup didn't take very long. They
didn't start the appliance, however. Lilly still had to
arrive with her contributions to the load.
While they waited, Mikki turned to Donna with a slightly worried
expression. "Uh... she's gonna be okay, isn't she?"
Donna smiled. "And by 'she' you're referring to...?"
Mikki affected her patented Petulant Scowl. With her full,
expressive lips, Petulant Scowl was one of Mikki's go-to
looks. She'd practiced it in front of the mirror for
years. "Elke," she clarified.
"Elke is going to be just fine, darling," Donna
reassured the pouting, bikini-clad redhead. Donna
reflected that Mikki reminded her of Abby when they first
met. Abby also had a world class pout.
They were interrupted by a thumping rap at the outside
door. Actually, it was a thudding, barefoot kick.
Lilly had arrived, wearing her black bikini and burdened with
the dirty utensils, bowls, and other paraphernalia she'd used to
prepare breakfast, hence the need for her to kick the base of
the mostly glass door.
Mikki quickly padded over and opened the door so Lilly could
"Thank you," Lilly muttered as she carried her burden to the
still open dishwasher.
"You're welcome," Mikki answered. Her eyes were on Lilly's
firm, shapely butt (as they had been often while the slightly
older brunette was cooking out on the deck). Lilly's legs,
back, and keister were nice. Also, Lilly's
bikini-bottom (unlike the others) was not only skimpy, but was
of the thong variety. The firm keister in
question had been and currently was 98-99% on display.
Donna loaded the remaining items in the dishwasher, added a pod,
closed the door, and turned it on. It was an ultra-modern,
exceedingly quiet model, so it in no way impeded conversation.
"Well, I'm gonna change," Donna announced.
Mikki gazed at Donna's nearly naked body. "Uh... I suppose
I better change too," she said, "then—Oh!"
Lilly had grabbed Mikki's right hand and was dragging her from
the kitchen. "No need," she advised.
"You girls play nice!" Donna shouted after them as the brunette
and redhead completed their exit.
"Bite me!" Lilly cheerfully called back over her right shoulder.
Mikki smiled as they made their way through the mansion.
Actually, she wasn't a big fan of Lilly's nearly-naked,
domineering attitude... but Lilly was in charge, right?
"You guys don't wear bikinis all day every day, do you?
You weren't wearing bikinis yesterday when we arrived."
"You noticed that, did you?" Lilly purred. "No, we don't
wear bikinis all day all every day."
"Oh," Mikki responded, as if she was slightly
disappointed. Lilly was still dragging her by the hand,
but they were going deeper into the mansion, not to an
outside door that would lead to Lilly's shop and the other
outbuildings. "I thought you were gonna show me your
workshop?" she demanded.
"Later," Lilly huffed.
They arrived at a nondescript door, which Lilly opened.
Mikki peered inside and realized the semi-dark space beyond was
the top landing of a spiral staircase leading down. The
walls were poured concrete and the stairs prefabricated steel
sections, all painted black. Mikki also noted that while
the mansion side of the door was of stained wood, the landing
side was a featureless sheet of steel painted a dreary,
institutional shade of dark-gray. Lilly started padding
down the stairs, and as she was still holding Mikki's hand and
the hand in question was still attached to Mikki, she
followed. The steel treads under her bare feet were
textured for traction and somewhat cool.
Mikki frowned. "Where are we—"
"Hush," Lilly ordered.
They came to another landing. The stairs continued
spiraling down, but Lilly led (dragged) Mikki to another steel
door. This one was painted steel on both sides
and led to a decidedly dreary corridor. The walls,
ceiling, and floor were more of the same poured concrete, broken
only by the fossilized seams left by the forms used during
construction. There were also galvanized steel electrical
conduits linking the dimly glowing industrial light-fixtures
overhead. The ambiance was... grim. A thrill of
delicious dread rippled between Mikki's legs and up her spine as
she padded along. Lilly had shifted her grip from Mikki's
hand to her wrist. It was... horribly and deliciously
They passed door after door, on both sides of the hallway, and
made turn after turn. Letters and numbers were stenciled
on the doors in a slightly lighter shade of gray, like "W2-15C"
or "S3-05D," but the labels meant nothing to Mikki. Also,
each and every door they'd passed so far had a deadbolt lock,
and some had a deadbolt and a heavy-duty steel bolt.
Obviously, Lilly knew where they were going; but Mikki felt like
a mouse being dragged through a somewhat labyrinthine maze that
she didn't even know was a maze until she'd been dragged into
it. Finally... they stopped at a door, apparently at
random, Lilly opened the door, and led (dragged) Mikki into the
The chamber was about ten-by-ten and lined with gray metal
lockers on three walls. Lilly closed the door behind them,
opened one of the cabinets, and lifted a coat of natural,
off-white canvas with brown leather trim and dangling canvas
straps with steel, spring-loaded, friction-type buckles off a
heavy steel hanger!
Mikki's eyes popped wide. "Oh, shit!" It was
a straitjacket! A bona fide and for real straitjacket!
The genuine article! The real McCoy! And it looked
heavy, and there were a lot of straps and loops and
"Language, young lady," Lilly chuckled. She gripped the
jacket by the shoulders and smiled at the flustered
redhead. "Arms!" she ordered.
Mikki took a step back. Her eyes were still wide.
"Huh? What? Arms?"
"Those long, gangling things between your hands and armpits,"
Lilly explained, then gave the jacket a shake. "Arms!"
"Y-you want me to w-wear that thing?" Miki demanded.
"Don't you want to?" Lilly purred, giving the jacket another
shake. The buckles rattled enticingly.
"No!" Mikki objected. "I..." The jacket looked tight
and close-fitting, and not baggy, like all the models Mikki had
seen used on damsels wrongly incarcerated in insane asylums by
unscrupulous doctors in movies and TV, and it was clearly designed
for a female wearer. It had... boob-cups in the front to
accommodate the shape of a pair of breasts. She swallowed
nervously and tried again. "I... no? No!"
"Liar," Lilly chuckled. "Of course you want to try
it. Who do you think you're kidding?"
Mikki took another step back... and bumped her bikini-clad rear
against the steel door. "No." Her eyes were glued to
the jacket, which was hanging open in Lilly's hands... in a
seductive manner. "I mean..." She pursed her lips
and shook her head, causing her ginger curls to flutter.
"Enough of this nonsense," Lilly purred. "Lift up your
arms or I'm giving you a spanking."
"A spanking?" Mikki objected. She didn't want to
try on a freakin' straitjacket (not at the moment, anyway), but
on the other hand, she certainly didn't want to receive
a spanking. Mikki lifted her arms with her fingers
together and her hands forming a pair of flippers, and she let
Mikki slide the jacket's sleeves up her arms and settle the coat
onto her shoulders. It was... horrible! It
was also as heavy as it looked, and the sleeves were
tight. Why did I do that? Mikki wondered, I
mean... spanking aside. Her upper limbs were a pair
of traitors! That was it. Her brain and the
rest of her body were outraged! "Nooo," she
objected one last time (in a rather pathetic whine).
"You know it's what you want," Lilly chuckled as she
spun Mikki around, pulled the jacket together behind her back
and threaded the strap at the small of her back through its
matching buckle and pulled out the slack. Vrrrip!
This was followed by the strap just above the small of
her back. Vrrrip! Which was followed by the
strap just below the small of her back. Vrrrip!
She then spun Mikki back around and threaded the buckle and
strap at the ends of the sleeves through a loose vertical strap
running down the front of the jacket.
Lilly spun Mikki around yet again, and threaded the sleeve-strap
through the sleeve-buckle and pulled out the slack. Vrrrip!
"Hey!" Mikki complained. Her arms were now folded across
her stomach and under the loose vertical strap, in the
traditional straitjacket self-hug. "This thing is tight,"
she complained, and it was true. Her initial assessment of
the jacket's lack of bagginess was confirmed, in spades!
It wasn't exactly skintight, but was a very good fit
(if "good" was the appropriate term). And then—Vrip!
"Hey!"—Lilly tightened the strap again, pulling out
every bit of remaining slack, and Mikki's self-hug became even more
Mikki waited for Lilly to buckle the rest of the straps, but
instead, she felt Lilly's fingers tugging on the bows securing
the strings of her bikini-top, both at the nape of her neck and
behind her back! "Lil-ly!" she whined.
"Quiet," Lilly purred as she pulled Mikki's cherry-red top free
from under the jacket and dropped it on the floor. "I'm
doing the laundry this afternoon, and you don't need this thing
Unfortunately, Lilly's logic was impeccable. Mikki's boobs
were now pressed against the canvas, including her nipples, and
although the fabric wasn't exactly coarse or rough, it was
coarser and rougher than the cherry-red cotton of her now
missing bikini-top, that was for damn sure. Her
nipples stiffened in response... but it wasn't like she was excited
Now, Lilly began tightening the remaining straps—Vrrrip!
Vrrrip! Vrrrip!—so not only was Mikki hugging
herself with her canvas-encased arms, but the Jacket was hugging
her like... a straitjacket... a very tight straitjacket.
She decided to make one more attempt to assert control of the
situation. "Lil-ly!" she whined. "Hey!
Lilly had pulled the bows securing the bikini bottom! And
then she snatched the cherry-red cotton from between Mikki's
legs and dropped it on the floor next to the bikini-top!
Mikki was now nude, not counting the jacket, and Lilly was still
tightening the straps! Vrip! Vrip!
Vrip! Vrip! "This thing is... tight,"
"Tight is better than loose," Lilly purred as she buckled the
final pair of straps. They ran between Mikki's legs—Vrrrip!
Vrrrip!—framed her labia, pulled down the jacket's lower
hem, and tightened the jacket even further. "Loose leads
to wrinkles and folds," Lilly continued, "which could lead to
ugly red crease-marks on your pretty pink skin." And then,
taking tightness to a level Mikki hadn't thought possible, she
tightened the strap running down the front of the jacket and
across her folded forearms! Vrrrip!
Lilly took a step back and watched as a frowning, pouting Mikki
twisted at the waist, squirmed, rolled her shoulders, and did
her best to pull off a Houdini and escape the jacket. Her
tousled ginger curls flounced, fluttered, and fell across her
pouting face as she struggled.
It was pointless, the damn thing was like a layer of
canvas-colored body-paint! Mikki shook the curls from her
frowning face, pursed her full lips, blew a final, errant strand
from her face, and glowered at her bikini-clad captor.
Obviously, Mikki had been wasting her time, but Lilly let her
make the effort so Mikki could savor the straitjacket experience
and she could enjoy the floor show.
"I see you're a natural redhead," Lilly purred,
focusing her gloating gaze on Mikki's neatly trimmed,
triangular, curly, ginger pubic bush.
"Very funny," Mikki huffed (and blushed), then watched as Lilly
opened another locker and pulled out... a muzzle gag!
Micky wasn't what she could call experienced in the
bondage department, but she had browsed enough commercial
websites to recognize the product in question. The gag
dangling from Lilly's hand was black leather with steel buckles
and a chamois-thin, mask-like panel that would cup the wearer's
chin and cover her mouth and lower face from ear to ear.
There was also a spherical rubber mouth-plug attached to the
inside of the panel. It was also black, like the leather.
"Nooo," Mikki whined as she backpedaled until her
jacket-clad back and naked butt pressed against the closed steel
"Yes," Lilly answered with a wicked grin, then thrust the ball
into Mikki's sputtering mouth, spun her around, and buckled the
strap at the nape of her neck. "I love this
thing," she purred as she pulled Mikki's ginger curls from under
the strap, then tugged on the strap and secured the buckle even
tighter. She spun Mikki back around so her back and butt
were once again pressed against the cool steel, then began
combing her captive's red curls from her wide-eyed, thoroughly
gagged face. "When properly applied," she said quietly,
"like now, the panel is like a taut tape-gag. I can see
the outline of your lips and the end of the ball
plugging your mouth." She leaned close and kissed the tip
of Mikki's nose. "You're very pretty like this,
Mikki," Lilly purred.
I am? Mikki thought, blinking her big brown eyes.
Then she shook her head causing her ginger curls to flutter,
once again. I mean—Let me go! "Mrrrpfh!"
Lilly chuckled, then opened a third locker, grabbed a handful of
black leather straps with steel buckles, then opened the door,
grabbed a convenient strap of Mikki's jacket, and led her from
The jacket continued being tight, as did the muzzle-gag.
Mikki's ginger curls fluttered and streamed behind her gagged
head as they padded along. Lilly was setting a brisk pace.
Doors flashed by, they made two turns, one to the left and one
to the right, then arrived at yet another door. As before,
Lilly smiled (a wicked, evil grin), opened the door, and led
(dragged) Mikki into the space beyond.
The room was smaller that the "Straitjacket Dressing Room"
they'd just left. The walls were the same poured concrete,
and a single industrial-style light fixture was shining
overhead, but more brightly than the fixtures in the
hallway. And centered in the room under the light was... a
steel milk can!
The galvanized cylinder in question was big. It looked
like it could hold... 40 to more gallons of milk? It also
looked like it could hold a bound and gagged damsel in a fetal
tuck with her knees more-or-less touching her chin. Mikki
was pretty sure such cans were no longer in wide use in the
dairy industry, but she recognized the container from Harry
Houdini's famous Milk Can Escape. And like the cans
Houdini had used in his act, the seams of the can were riveted
and its tight-fitting lid secured by multiple hasps and padlocks
and two lengths of chain that passed through the lid's top
handle and were secured by even more padlocks!
Mikki looked at the milk can... shifted her horrified, gagged
gaze to Lilly... then back to the can.
Her lips curled in the same wicked smile, Lilly closed the door,
sealing them in the Chamber of Milk Can Doom!
Overly dramatic? Yes, but Mikki was in an overly dramatic
mood. Her heart was pounding and her breath coming in
pants through flaring nostrils. She watched as Lilly used
a key to unlock and remove all the locks and chains, then pile
them on the concrete floor next to the pile of leather straps
she'd brought from the Straitjacket Dressing Room. Where
Lilly had been hiding the key Mikki had no idea. It must
have been among the tangle of straps from the Dressing
Room. Either that or tucked under her bikini... somewhere.
Lilly pointed at the floor. "Have a seat, Mikki," she
suggested (ordered) as she sorted through the straps.
Like any damsel who might happen to find herself in Mikki's
current situation, all she wanted was to open the door and flee
down the corridor in abject terror. Unfortunately, the
straitjacket currently embracing her otherwise naked body like a
hungry python made this impossible. She was about to lift
her right leg and try to use her toes to turn the doorknob, but
was preempted by Lilly grabbing a firm handful of her tousled
curls, dragged her the two steps to the can, and ruthlessly
(gently) forcing her first to her knees, then down onto her
mostly bare butt.
In horrified resignation Mikki watched as Lilly pulled her feet
together and used a specialized cuff/strap/binder to bind her
ankles. It had a doughnut-shaped pad to cushion her
anklebones and keep them from grinding together (which she had
to admit was rather nice), as well and a much narrower,
secondary strap that bound her big toes together. The
narrow connecting strap prevented her from pointing her feet but
served no practical restraining purpose (other than imposing
psychologically devastating bondage overkill). Next, Lilly
buckled a pair of straps around her legs, first just above and
the second just below her knees. Mikki's legs were now
bound firmly together.
Next, as Mikki watched in horrified anticipation (and appreciation),
Lilly removed the lid from the can. It gave a bell-like clang
as she placed it on the floor. And then... the
inevitable happened. Lilly lifted Mikki and planted her
bound feet back down on the floor, so Mikki could peer into the
dark void that was the distressingly small volume that was the
"Calm down," Lilly chuckled as she embraced her captive's
shivering, squirming body from the side.
Mikki's heart was thumping like crazy as she gazed into the
depths of the can. She's gonna do it! She's
gonna lock me inside that thing! Mikki
twisted and fought the jacket, but Libby controlled her with
ease. Mikki was more nervous than making a real (and
desperate) attempt to break free. After all, where could
she go? In any case, she couldn't just stand still.
How could she?
"And don't worry." Lilly continued. "There are breathing
holes rather cleverly hidden under the hasps—if I do say so
Mikki continued squirming inside the tight straitjacket, tight
knee, ankle, and toe-straps, and gazed with big, brown, tragically
frightened eyes in abject horror at the close
confines of the can. She shifted her gaze to Lilly.
Strands of her ginger curls partially obscured her view, but she
could still make out every gloating detail of Lilly's sinister
"Do you know how Houdini pulled off his milk can escapes?" Lilly
Mikki continued blinking and staring, silently begging for the
reprieve she knew she wasn't going to get.
"I'll take that as a no," Lilly continued. "Not
surprisingly, all of Houdini's cans were specially made.
The rivets were fake, there just for show. Once the
curtain was closed and the audience couldn't see, all Harry had
to do was push against the lid with the top of his head and it
popped right off." Her smile became even more gloating
and evil. "I assure you, my can isn't like
that. All of my rivets are very real,
and the seams are welded, for the sake of redundancy, of
course." She kissed Lilly's right ear through her tousled
hair. "Are you ready to see for yourself?" she whispered.
Mikki's response was a gagged scream! "MRRRF!"
Lilly chuckled. "I'll take that as a no as
well." Then, she lifted Mikki onto her shoulder in another
fireman's carry—but rather than plant Mikki's bound, squirming
feet inside the milk can, which the desperate prisoner knew with
absolutely certainty was about to happen—Lilly turned and
carried her to the door, opened it, then carried her out of
the Chamber of Milk Can Doom and down the hallway.
"Mrrrf?" Mikki inquired? No milk can? A wave
of relief flooded her helpless, naked, bound and gagged body...
It was a brief trip.
There was a pause. Mikki heard a thunk she
surmised was a heavy steel bolt being drawn, but with her head
to the rear and her ginger curls in her face Mikki could see
nothing. The thunk was followed by a swish of air as Lilly
opened a door and carried her helpless burden into what amounted
to a tiny, cramped cell. Libby eased Mikki off her
shoulder and gently deposited her on a canvas-covered mattress
resting on the floor.
Mikki squirmed and managed to sit up. then shook the hair from
her muzzle-gagged face and watched as Lilly took the two or
three barefoot steps to reach the cell's open door. She
could now see that she was, indeed, in what could only be called
a cell. The concrete walls, floor, and ceiling were
painted flat-black, and the compact industrial fixture overhead
Lilly's lips remained curled in the same wicked, evil
smile. "Enjoy pretending you're Houdini," she purred, then
closed the door!
"MRRRF!" Mikki screamed through her gag. She could see
nothing. There wasn't even a bar of light leaking under
the base of the door from the hallway. Granted, her eyes
weren't dark adapted, but still... no light!
Thunk! ... Click!
That was the sound of the surmised door-bolt slamming home,
followed by a key turning the deadbolt, and now Mikki knew the
cell door was locked! "Mrrrf?" Her gagged
inquiry went unanswered as she stared into the darkness. The
least Lilly could do is scream something reassuring through
the door, Mikki thought. Not knowing what else she
could do, she gave her jacket a halfhearted squirm... then lay
back and settled onto her back on the soft mattress... and
heaved a tragic sigh.
Nude nakedness? Without clothes? A
straitjacket? A muzzle-gag? Leather straps
binding my legs? Including my toes? A MILK
CAN?? Locked in a tiny cell? ... The
horror! ... The horror!