| by Van ©2019
her eyes and sat up in bed. A glance at the bedroom
windows confirmed that it was still dark. She climbed from
bed, fumbled until she found her iPhone, and checked the
time. 5:31, perfect.
Subconsciously, perhaps while in a dream state, Penny had
devised a "Cunning Plan" for raining Righteous Vengeance down
upon the Treacherous and Nefarious heads of Gwyn and Mandy for
making her the loser of the first round of
capture-the-damsel―and without the common decency of a Formal
Declaration of the official start of the game―and with
Gwyn and Mandy teaming up against her―and without giving Penny a
chance to talk one of them into teaming up with her first!
Granted, sneak attacks were almost a requirement of the game,
and backstabbing collaborations were more-or-less a given when
the number of players was greater than two, but still... Bad
form, you dweebs! she mentally fumed. It's bad
form cheating before I get a chance to cheat!
Phase One of her cunning plan: reconnaissance. Gwyn and
Mandy already knew the terrain (meaning Roget Manor).
After all, Gwyn grew up in the place and Mandy had spent last
summer as Bethany's guest. Penny had to learn as much as
she could, as quickly as she could. This was WAR!
And Sun Tzu had an entire chapter on the importance of
terrain. (Cousin Beebe had made Penny read The Art of
War, and Aunt Suki had quizzed her on its contents while
tickling her feet). Anyway, she wasn't going to wait for
the promised tour of the manor to scope out the terrain. A
predawn patrol was in order.
Then, she'd move on to Phase Two, which was... something
clever. She'd figure it out later.
Penny fumbled with the mini-tablet on the bedside table that
remotely controlled the lighting, turned on just enough of the
lights to be able to navigate without bumping into things, then
peeled off her baby-blue, Deborah Walley nightie and dropped it
on the rumpled covers of the massive bed.
She noticed the blank stares of the twelve wooden, disembodied
children carved into the base of the bed's vast
cathedral-headboard... and remembered she was Bethany's
guest. Okay, okay, Penny sighed, then quickly made
the bed, folded the nightie, and placed it on the now taut and
no longer rumpled covers. No need to make extra work for
Rada, assuming making guest beds was among her many duties, and
it was always good policy to be thoughtful and
polite. It encouraged people to lower their guards.
The twelve juvenile heads continued staring into the distance,
focused on the far wall of the bedroom. There's no
pleasing some people, Penny sighed, then padded to the
chest of drawers and dressed in a skulking outfit of black
sneakers (Reeboks), black jeans, a black tank-top, and a
dark-gray hoodie. She pocketed a small flashlight, turned
towards the door, and―"Mrrrpfh!"―was immediately grabbed from
behind! A strong hand was clamped over her mouth and her
elbows pinned behind her back!
"MrRRRrf!" Penny squirmed and kicked, to no avail.
The identity of her attacker wasn't instantly revealed, but she
could tell she was definitely female. The back of Penny's
head was pressing against a pair of boobs. That was a big
clue. Whoever she was, she was also tall and strong.
Very tall and strong. Rada?
The attacker removed her hand from Penny's mouth and released
her elbows―"Hey! Mrrrf!"―then, ignoring Penny's energetic
resistance, quickly and efficiently popped a ball-gag into
Penny's mouth! Despite her prey's energetic resistance,
the attacker succeeded in buckling its strap at the nape of
Penny's neck, under her tousled blond hair.
Penny's attacker was Rada, and she was dressed in black
from head to toe in sneakers, jeans, and a black, long-sleeve
turtleneck. And then, easily controlling Penny's squirming
body, swinging arms, and kicking legs, she proceeded to peel
Penny out of the skulking costume she'd only just donned.
"Mrrrfh!" Penny complained as she continued struggling.
Black rope was now binding her wrists behind her back and
pinning her upper-arms to her torso!
Penny wasn't a push-over, and during her formative years more
than one schoolyard bully had learned that lesson the hard
way. However... Rada. Penny found her best wasn't
anywhere near good enough. She could do very little to
frustrate the Viking amazon's efforts to tie her up. If
anything, whatever transient success she did achieve in
momentarily delaying the blond amazon's efforts only served to
amuse the towering, surprisingly nimble, gorgeous giantess.
It was infuriating... and humbling... but Penny didn't give up.
Eventually, Rada was at least temporarily satisfied with Penny's
naked, bound, and gagged condition and took a step back.
Penny scampered away to the center of the room, squirming as she
tested her bonds, then turned her naked, bound and gagged body
to face her captor, shook her tousled blond hair from her gagged
face, and glared. "Mrrrf!" she complained,
stamping a bare foot. She then shifted her furious gaze to
the bedroom door, gauging her chances of scampering to said door
and opening said door before Rada grabbed her, and―Huh?―blinked
in surprise. After Gwyn and Mandy's perfidious sneak
attack she'd locked the door and wedged a
straight-chair under the doorknob for good measure―and the chair
was still there!
The captive turned back to Rada. How the hell did she
get in here? Oh. Obviously, there was a secret
door! Well... yeah. Penny heaved a chagrined
sigh. The spooky, gigantic Gothic mansion has hidden
passageways and secret doors. BIG surprise.
Penny squirmed and tested her bonds, again. This was her
first exposure to what she would later learn had come to be
labeled as the "Rada-box-tie." It was like any other
box-tie, in that it pinned her upper-arms to her sides and bound
her wrists behind her back and against her spine. There
was also the usual shoulder-yoke that passed from her left
armpit, behind her neck, then back to her right armpit, serving
to cinch and tighten her horizontal, arm-pinning bonds.
However (and this was what made it a Rada-box-tie),
there was a second and entirely separate shoulder-yoke
that pinched her horizontal bonds together, between her naked
breasts, and formed an "X."
Curiously, at least for now, Penny was unbound from the waist
down... naked and unbound from the waist down.
Rada smiled and reached into a small black daypack resting on
the carpet at her side. It had been the source of the
black-dyed hemp rope now binding Penny's helpless, naked, and
Penny watched as her captor produced a shiny stainless steel
collar and strolled in her direction. The pathetically
pouting blond captive gave her Rada-box-tie bonds a weak squirm
and swallowed behind her gag, but bravely and fearlessly
(meaning fearfully) held her ground and awaited the
inevitable. After all, the bedroom door was locked and
barricaded and she didn't have a clue as to the location of
Rada's secret door, much less knowing how to open it. What
would be the point of a futile chase scene?
Rada arrived and the collar closed around Penny's neck with an
authoritative click. Penny swallowed, again.
The steel band was heavy, but not too heavy, and tight,
but not too tight. Its edges were smooth and
well-rounded. She noted a steel ring dangled from the
front, as usual, and there seemed to be a second ring at the
rear. Collar-wise, this wasn't Penny's first rodeo.
Cousin Beebe had quite a collection, and Aunt Suki thought her
"Precious-Penny-Pet" looked good wearing a collar.
Rada's next action was surprising. That is, Penny found it
more surprising than the blond giantess violating her bedroom,
stripping her naked, and binding, gagging and collaring her
indignant self. Rada produced a hairbrush from someplace
and gave Penny's long blond hair a good brush. The
grinning giantess then divided her captive's hair into three
parts and deftly plaited it into a single braid. Finally,
she whipped the terminal few inches of the braid with some sort
of cord. Penny couldn't see the cord in question, but if
forced to guess, she'd say it was paracord, or maybe something a
little thinner, the kind of stuff bondage riggers in the know
use to bind toes together. Probably black, Penny
posited. All my other bonds are black... except the
collar... so it's probably black. Style is important.
Next, Rada pulled a mini-tablet (or possibly a smartphone) from
her rear pocket, tapped the screen, and looked up at the
Penny looked up as well. She heard a quiet humming
noise... and realized a steel chain terminating in a snap-clip
was slowly lowering from the shadows of the vaulted
rafters. It took a while as the distance was something
like twenty feet... but finally... the clip arrived. Rada
snapped it through the ring on the front of her collar―Click!―then
tapped the screen with her thumb. The chain
shortened―"Mrrrpfh!"―and Penny was forced up on her toes until
her head was forced back and chin raised!
Smiling her gorgeous (Evil!) smile, Rada watched as Penny
squirmed in her bonds and danced on her toes. She then
stooped, closed the zippers on her backpack, stood, and shrugged
into its shoulder-straps. Smiling at her naked, bound, and
gagged victim, and without saying a word, she strolled to the
bedroom door, lifted the chair from under the doorknob and
returned it to its proper place, then strolled back to the
door. Still smiling her evil smile, Rada pulled
out her mini-tablet/smartphone and gave its tiny screen a tap.
The motor overhead hummed and about six inches of chain played
out. Penny came down off her toes and heaved a gagged,
relieved sigh, thankful that her feet were now flat on the plush
The bedroom door had closed and Rada was gone, denying
Penny her well-deserved chance to mewl in outrage and skewer her
giant captor with visual daggers. How rude!
Penny blinked her blue eyes, weakly squirmed in her bonds, and
continued staring at the back of the elaborately carved
door. Well... that happened.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
For the next
hour... while the sun seriously considered rising and the world
beyond the bedroom windows took on a tentative predawn glow,
Penny pondered this latest development, her trivially easy
capture by the Viking shield-maiden "Rada Grabhands."
Obviously, Rada was a player, but what kind of player? Was
this a different game, or did the ongoing game of
capture-the-damsel now have four players? If so,
Penny would have to team with her school chums to take down the
giantess. A swarming attack was the only conceivable
tactic that offered any hope of success... unless Roget Manor
had hidden trapdoors and booby-traps suitable for capturing
unsuspecting, towering, and surprisingly nimble amazons.
After all, it had hidden passages and secret doors
(probably). Were hidden traps much of a stretch?
No... that won't work, Penny thought glumly. Even
if there are damsel-traps scattered around this
place, Rada will be the one responsible for their maintenance
and upkeep. Only a swarm attack will work, but we'll
have to take her by complete surprise and get as many
ropes on her as possible, instantly, before she starts
tossing us around like King Kong sorting through a crowd of
blondes for Ann Darrow. Hmm...
Penny was still considering tactics when the door opened and the
very same people she'd been thinking about entered the
bedroom. However―"Mrrrf?"―the manner of their arrival was
not in any way what Penny might have expected!
Rada was in the lead, and while Penny had been cooling her heels
in the bedroom―naked, box-tied, ball-gagged, collared, chained
to the ceiling, and unable to do anything but stand there―Rada
Grabhands had taken the time to change her clothes. She
was now wearing knee-boots, skintight pants, and a
corset/bustier that left her midriff and shoulders bare, all in
black leather, and all tooled in Viking and/or Celtic
patterns. She was also wearing black leather bracers on
her wrists, and a riding crop dangled from her right wrist by
its retaining strap. Her hair was parted down the middle
and plaited in a pair of braids. Obviously, she'd been
going for the Viking Dominatrix look, and she'd succeeded (in
Penny's naked, helpless, wide-eyed, and humble opinion).
Next came Gwyn. She was naked, Rada-box-tied, collared in
shining steel, and ball-gagged. Her glossy black hair was
plaited into a single braid and dangled down her back and across
her folded and bound arms, crossed and bound wrists, and useless
Gwyn was followed by Mandy, who, on the other hand, was naked,
Rada-box-tied, collared in shining steel, and ball-gagged.
Her ginger hair was plaited into a single braid and dangled down
her back and across her folded and bound arms, crossed and bound
wrists, and useless hands.
That's right! Everyone in the bedroom who wasn't a Viking
Dominatrix was identically naked, bound, gagged, and
collared! All their bonds were black, except for the
hardware of their ball-gags and the collars locked around their
necks, which were shining steel.
Oh-by-the-way, the back ring of Gwyn's collar was linked to the
front ring of Mandy's collar by something like five feet of
steel chain. Five more feet of chain was linked to the
back of Mandy's collar and its final foot or so trailed on the
carpeted floor. Also, five more feet of chain
were linked to the front of Gwyn's collar, and its final foot or
so was gripped in Rada's left hand. That's right, Rada had
herself a coffle of two naked, bound, and gagged damsels!
And soon, she had a coffle of three!
Rada released Penny from the ceiling chain, tapped her
smartphone/mini-tablet and returned the ceiling chain to the
ceiling, then added Penny to the back of the line by means of a
double-ended steel snap-hook. And as she did all this,
Rada Grabhands smiled like the tall, sinister, gorgeous Viking
Dominatrix that she was.
Gwyn and Mandy, on the other hand stood in their inescapable
bonds in sullen resignation, pathetic and pitiable.
Penny shelved the residual anger still lingering in the wake of
her friends' perfidious sneak attack and replaced it with
compassion, tenderness, and empathy (...with a side of
lust). After all, Gwyn and Mandy were standing there all
naked and tied up, with boobs, bellybuttons, and pubic bushes
(black and ginger, respectively), and everything else on open
display, all helpless and hot. Penny was only
human. She shelved her horniness as well (or tried to,
anyway), then heaved a deep, sad, commiserating sigh. Her
fellow prisoners returned the favor by heaving sighs of their
"Oh, the heart breaks," Rada chuckled, then turned and led the
way from the bedroom. Gwyn, Mandy, and Penny quickly
peeled off and followed, one-by-one, as their coffle-chains
snapped taut. The parade continued down the hallway, down
the stairs to the first floor, and past the sitting rooms, music
rooms, parlors, and other empty, over-decorated spaces, past the
banquet room, and into the kitchen.
There (when she finally arrived), Penny found Bethany sitting at
a small table and enjoying the last of a simple breakfast of
toast and coffee. She was dressed in exercise clothes, or
possibly a yoga outfit. (Penny noted that her hostess also
"Good morning, girls," Bethany beamed as she set down her coffee
"MRRmpfh!" That was Gwyn, stamping her right foot and
glaring at her mother.
Bethany smiled in reply. "Don't be like that, Elf," she
purred. "You know you want to play with your little
friends. It would be rude and thoughtless not to accompany
them while Rada gives them a tour of the manor." She
focused her smile on Rada. "That is what's happening,
"It is," Rada nodded (and smiled). "I thought we'd start
at the bottom and work our way up."
"Nrrr―urk!" Gwyn's gagged response was cut short
when her chain snapped taut and Rada led her charges to a
nondescript door (a door that wasn't elaborately carved, for
once), then down a set of stone steps.
Penny cast a longing look at Bethany's cup as Gwyn's mother
refilled it with coffee from an insulated carafe, then she
padded past her hostess and through the door.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
Rada had said
the tour would start at the bottom, so Penny wasn't terribly
surprised to find herself trooping downstairs to a basement.
It was a tour that only Penny needed, by the way. This was
Gwyn's home and Mandy was a guest last summer. Obviously,
they already knew their way around, so why were they
being dragged along with Penny? (Not that she wasn't
ungrateful for this, her latest chance to ogle her fellow
damsels' naked, bound, and gagged bodies.)
Anyway, the basement turned out to be a vast, dark, decidedly
gloomy space, just what you'd expect in a place like Roget
Manor. The walls, meaning the walls Penny could actually
see, were dressed stone, as were the several massive columns
supporting the massive wooden beams overhead. The
furnishings, if you could call them that, consisted of rows of
wooden shelving cluttered with dusty cardboard boxes, plastic
storage tubs, and even a few wooden crates.
And speaking of dust, the stone flags under their bare feet (and
Rada's bitch-boots) weren't exactly clean. They weren't
exactly filthy, either, so somebody had to be sweeping the
place, just not recently. There were even a few
cobwebs. Penny couldn't see Rada as the person responsible
for cleaning the basement, not with all her other duties―like
stripping, binding, and gagging Bethany's house-guests (and
daughter)―but somebody did it... now and then.
And now that Penny thought about it, the vast, multi-storied
upstairs was dust-free... borderline spotless. Maybe
they periodically bring in a cleaning crew, Penny
reasoned. That's how I'll do it when I'm
filthy rich, retire from kidnapping-for-hire, and buy a giant
mansion of my own. She made a mental note to inquire
as to how they accomplished the housecleaning, once she was no
longer bound and gagged. No, better not bring
it up, Penny decided. Rada might break out a
sexy maid's uniform and put me to work with a feather duster.
They crossed the basement, there was a pause while Rada produced
a large, decorative key and unlocked a massive, wooden,
battering-ram-resistant door. The portal was without
carvings, but did have decorative iron straps. It opened
onto a small landing, then another set of stone steps
So, Penny thought, I was wrong. 'Bottom' means a subbasement.
I should have known.
They began the descent and arrived at a second landing, turned
to the left, then continued down, again. Finally,
the stairs bottomed out on a third landing. In front of
them was an arched opening blocked by a massive gate of iron
bars set on massive hinges with a massive iron bolt, and its
hefty lock required Rada's large, decorative key to open.
And beyond the gate―which squealed when Rada pulled it
A TORTURE CHAMBER!!
Penny's eyes popped wide and her heart started thumping in her
chest. The chamber was big and Gothic, with an arched
ceiling something like twenty-feet overhead (like her assigned
guest bedroom). The walls, floor and ceiling were more of
the same dark, gloomy, dressed stone. Light (what there
was of it) shone from sconces set in niches. The fixtures
had dimly glowing orange-yellow filaments inside elongated,
rather antique-looking glass bulbs, which in turn were enclosed
in hefty iron cages.
Off to the left was a row of several narrow, shallow,
ten-foot-high alcoves, each with a pair of manacles dangling
from iron rings embedded in the back wall. A similar pair
of ankle-shackles were embedded in similar rings down near the
Straight ahead was another arched opening and gate of iron bars,
similar to the one through which they'd just entered.
Up against the right was was a long, free-standing wooden frame
with many, many neatly coiled bundles of hemp rope hanging from
wooden pegs. Next to it was a second long frame, this time
with a diverse collection of whips, floggers, crops, paddles,
etc., etc. Sitting next to it on the floor was a woven
basket holding twenty or more long, thin canes. And
finally, there was a large wooden cabinet with a pair of closed
But what really screamed torture chamber was the
furnishings. They included:
swallowed nervously behind her ball-gag as they entered the
chamber. Thankfully (maybe) Rada was crossing the torture
chamber to the far gate, barely giving her time to admire the
ambiance with the obligatory terrified dread.
- A bondage table
constructed from heavy timbers, with numerous iron rings
dangling from its edges and eager to serve as lashing
- A torture chair,
also constructed from heavy timbers, and "cushioned" by row
upon row of short wooden pegs sharpened to blunt,
well-rounded spikes. They lined its back, seat, leg,
and foot rests. There were also the required iron
rings needed to lash the chair's hypothetical occupant in
place and require her to remain seated.
- A St. Andrews
Cross, one of those vertical "X"-frames with iron rings at
the top and bottom. It was also constructed of heavy
- A pair of vertical
wooden posts about six or seven feet apart, with dangling
manacles and shackles suitable for securing someone between
them in a standing spread-eagle. Penny assumed that
would be for purposes of whipping.
- A narrow, tightly
confining, vertical cage of iron bands in the hourglass
shape of a woman. Penny had always thought of such
things as "Lady Jane Cages," referencing the origin of the
similar cage in which Sweet Gwendoline was confined in John
Willie's Race for the Gold Cup.
- A horse! And
it was of the post variety, a large, wedge-shaped
wooden block fixed atop a vertical post with the block's
narrow but rounded ridge pointing up. As such things
went, it didn't look too bad, but Penny had zero
interest in giving it a go. Straddling the block
with her squashed pussy resting on the ridge would not be
Subbasement? Penny thought. Subbasement?
This place is a frickin' DUNGEON! There was a pause
as Rada unlocked the gate, during which Penny continued mentally
berating herself for her lack of imagination. Of
course Spooky Roget Manor has a spooky dungeon, with a fully
equipped torture chamber! How could it not have
a spooky dungeon with a fully equipped torture chamber?
Beyond the second gate was a long stone corridor with a ten-foot
ceiling. It was lit (inadequately) by more sconces in
shallow niches with the same peculiar bulbs in iron cages.
The parade passed door after locked door, all of heavy wooden
timbers with elaborate iron bands. They came to a
cross-shaped junction with more long corridors stretching into
the semi-darkness to the left, right, and straight ahead.
Rada took the right corridor, her coffle of three naked, bound,
gagged, and collar-linked damsels dutifully padded in her wake,
and they passed yet more heavy wooden doors with elaborate iron
Finally, they stopped at one of the doors (seemingly chosen at
random, as far as Penny could tell), Rada pulled out her key,
turned the lock, then drew the bolt. Thunk.
What now? Penny wondered (understandably nervous).
Rada opened the door. Creeeeeak! "Step
down," she warned, then led her coffle into a roughly fifteen by
There was, indeed, a step down. Also, the floor was
covered by a generous layer of dry straw. Dim light shone
from a small, circular opening in the eight foot ceiling.
An iron ring was set in each of the stone walls to the left,
right, and straight ahead. The only other feature of
interest was a large duffel of black canvas resting directly
under the light-can or light-well or shaft or whatever the
ceiling opening turned out to be.
"Mrrrpfh!" Gwyn was not happy. She stamped
a bare foot in the straw and glowered at the grinning amazon
giantess holding her chain.
Mandy seemed equal parts angry and resigned.
As for Penny, she was apprehensive (bordering on alarmed), more
than a little confused, and distinctly disappointed by the level
of service Rada was providing her employer's house guests (and
Without saying a word, Rada stooped, unzipped the duffel,
reached inside, and pulled out a neat coil of the same black
hemp rope binding Penny, Gwyn, and Mandy's upper-bodies.
She released the coil, her smile became even more evil than
usual... and she advanced on Gwyn.
Several coils of black hemp later, when the metaphorical dust
(and the actual straw) settled, and after all three damsels
had received Rada's attention...
Gwyn was sitting in a seriously stringent shrimp-tie, with the
back ring of her collar chained to the iron ring set in the back
wall of the cell. Her Rada-box-tie-bonds remained
intact―she was in the lotus position with her legs crossed in
front―her thighs were lashed to her lower legs―a taut bundle of
ropes tied to her shoulder-yoking bonds forced her to lean
forward in a tight crunch―and her big toes were tied to
the ring in the front of her collar by two taut lengths of black
cord, reinforcing the crunch. In addition, a tight crotch
rope (with knots) was integrated into her predicament.
Finally, Gwyn's braid was tied to her thumbs with more cord,
forcing her chin to remain permanently raised.
Mandy was sitting in the straw on Gwyn's right, balanced on her
butt and feet and bundled in a spectacular ball-tie.
Her Rada-box-tie also remained intact―her legs were tucked,
pressing her lower thighs against her boobs―and a tight web of
black-hemp was lashed around her ankles, legs, and back,
enforcing her predicament. Everything was hitched
together, meaning the box-tie was integrated into the web.
In addition, Mandy's big-toes were lashed together with black
cord (for no particular reason). More cord tied her
tightly plaited hair to her thumbs (like Gwyn), keeping her
saliva-dripping chin raised. Finally, she was chained to
the wall by the back ring of her collar (also like
Rada was being a real bitch, in Penny's opinion, but
that wasn't the half of it. Penny had also been
invited to Rada's Rope Party.
The pathetic, angelic, and innocent little blonde was
hogtied on Gwyn's left, and keeping with the theme of the
morning, Penny's hogtie was stringent, cruel, and tight,
with her heels jammed against her buttocks. Black hemp
lashed her ankles, lower-legs, knees, and thighs together, with
additional taut and hitched rope bands encircling her bent
legs. More rope had been passed through her box-tie-bonds
and all possible slack removed, encouraging (meaning
requiring) Penny to arch her back. This lifted her boobs
and bound knees off the stone floor. Rada had integrated a
crotch-rope (with knots) into the hogtie, and it was making its
unwanted presence felt every time Penny so much as wiggled in
her bonds. The back ring of her collar was chained to the
wall (like her fellow damsels), and a length of black cord
linked the end of her blond braid to her lashed-together
big-toes. Apparently, Rada had a thing for lifted chins
dripping with ball-gag-drool.
Bethany's daughter and her two house guests squirmed (or
wiggled) and tested their bonds. They quickly discovered
that anything beyond weak testing was impossible, and
even that was punished by their crotch-ropes. Mewling
happened. "Mrrf!" "Nrrrm!" "Mmpfh!"
Drooling happened. Chains clinked. And that was
Smiling broadly, Rada stood in the threshold of the open door
with the more-or-less empty duffel in her left hand. "At
this point, there will be a prolonged pause in our tour while I
see to the morning chores and begin preparations for lunch," the
Norwegian amazon announced, then took a step back and closed the
door. Creeeeeak―Thud! The tightly
bound prisoners heard the bolt being thrown―Thunk!―followed
by Rada's key turning the lock. Click!
The damsels resumed weakly testing their bonds. It was
clear no one would be untying themselves. Also, thanks to
the lengths of their collar-chains, no one would be inch-worming
their way anywhere near close enough to one of their fellow
prisoners to even try and untie their bonds. There would
be no untying of anything... or doing a lot of squirming, for
that matter. After less than a minute, all three damsels
heaved tragically sad sighs and "relaxed" in their bonds.
Penny was beginning to think that accepting Gwyn's invitation to
visit Roget Manor might have been a mistake.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
Rada found her
employer near the mansion's indoor swimming pool, stretched out
full-length on a lounge chair and reading an iPad.
Bethany was wearing a decidedly skimpy, Prussian-blue, string
bikini that left exposed perhaps 95% of her firm, toned, pale
body. Her hair was coiled atop her head, but was slightly
tousled with a pair of loose, dark, whispy strands framing her
face. A bathing cap of white latex and a fluffy towel
rested atop a low table, next to a tray holding an empty,
coffee-stained cup and saucer, an insulated carafe, a small
pitcher that had probably recently held milk, a covered sugar
bowl, and a dirty teaspoon.
Rada was still wearing her Viking Dominatrix costume of
knee-boots, skintight leather pants, corset/bustier, and
wrist-bracers. Her blond hair was still evenly parted and
plaited in a pair of braids and a stunning smile curled
her perfect lips. Her blue eyes sparkled.
"I assume the tour is going well?" Bethany inquired, smiling up
at her trainer.
"Swimmingly," Rada purred, then pulled the riding crop from her
right boot and pointed to the pool. "And speaking of
which, I assume you completed the specified number of laps in
all three of the specified strokes?"
Bethany shrugged. "I did a set."
Blue eyes locked. Both employer and employee were smiling
(but Bethany's smile was just a tad nervous).
"After I finish this chapter―" She lifted the iPad.
"―I'll swim some more."
"You're lying," Rada purred. "I can tell." She then
leaned forward, plucked the iPad from Bethany's hand―"Hey!"―and
deposited it on the side table atop the swimming cap. The
grinning amazon them took a firm grip on Bethany's coiled hair
and lifted her to her feet.
"No!" Bethany objected. "No!" She squirmed, kicked,
flailed her arms, and waved her hands, trying and failing to bat
Rada's hands away. "What are you doing?"
What Rada was doing was releasing the ties of Bethany's bikini
with her left hand while keeping the struggling brunette firmly
under control by continuing to grip her hair with her
right. The Prussian-blue top slithered and fluttered to
the tile floor... followed by the Prussian-blue bottom... and
Rada released her hold on her employer's hair.
Now totally nude, Bethany took a step away, turned, covered her
breasts with her left arm and her crotch with her right hand,
and rounded on her employee. "Rada! How dare
you? You go too far!"
"I'm only earning my pay," Rada purred as she repeatedly tapped
the palm of her left hand with the riding crop. "You know
this is a 'heavy' day." She meant it was one the days on
Bethany's exercise schedule that specified at least one serious
workout, and splashing around in the pool, lounging, and
reading the latest novel didn't qualify.
"I said I'd complete the swim," Bethany pouted.
Her anxious blue eyes were fixed on the fluttering tip of Rada's
"No more swimming today," Rada purred. "I've decided you
need a change in your routine. Obviously, you lack
commitment to your fitness."
"I like swimming," Bethany whined.
"Then why didn't I find you in the pool?" Rada demanded,
then pointed with the crop. "To the gym."
"Rada," Bethany complained. "Eeek!" Her trainer had
delivered a business like whack to her left flank with
the crop! The Mistress of Roget Manor spun on her bare
feet and scampered towards the nearby gym, rubbing the pink spot
on her hip as she padded along.
Rada, a wicked smile curling her lips, followed at a
pace sufficient to keep Bethany's firm, bare, dimpled buttocks
within easy range of her crop.
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