| by Van ©2019
Penny lay on
her side in the gigantic bed of her guest bedroom in Spooky
Roget Manor. The gazillion-thread-count sheets, luxurious
blanket, and exquisite bedspread were pulled up to her chin, her
head rested on a fluffy pillow covered with a
gazillion-thread-count pillowcase, and she was reflecting on the
events of her first full day as a guest of the Rogets, and she
certainly had a lot to reflect about, including:
Rada was dressed in a
nice looking dress appropriate for a lowly servant (who seemed
to be able to tie up anyone she pleased without asking anybody's
permission and with trivial ease). Immediately
after delivering her charges to the High Tea venue, the giant
blond amazon had made herself scarce. Penny assumed she
was practicing her knots, polishing the spikes on an iron
maiden, or doing something else appropriately sinister.
bondage. Rada appeared out of nowhere, stripped her
naked, and tied her up. (Note to self: Find secret
door into bedroom... tomorrow.)
bonding. Rada added Penny to the end of a three damsel
coffle (Gwyn, Mandy, and Penny) and dragged them all down to
the dungeons, by way of the kitchen and the
I. Rada had tied Gwyn in an ultra-shrimp-tie, Mandy in
an ultra-ball-tie, and Penny in an ultra-hogtie, and then
abandoned them to... languish. It was more group
bonding, now that Penny thought about it.
II. Penny was separated from the others, dragged to a
Bastinado/Tickle-torture Parlor, strapped to a hard wooden
bench/lounger, and then abandoned to do even more languishing.
That was solo bonding, of course.
Penny was dragged to the manor's gym, chained to a Jules
Verne rowing machine, and forced to row. She had no
choice. It was either row or get her butt
zapped. She rowed.
Penny was forced to endure a full body massage at the very
oily and highly skilled hands of Bethany Roget, Gwyn's
mom! It was... delightful?
Her wrists crossed and cage-cuffed behind her back, Penny
was compelled to enjoy a nice nap in Gwyn's gigantic bed,
and to share said bed with a Rada-box-tied Mandy and a
completely untied (and infuriatingly smug) Gwyn!
- High Tea. At
some point, Rada had woken them up and Gwyn led the way
downstairs to a pleasant garden room with a pleasant view of
a pleasant garden through a pleasant window-wall of
diamond-pane glass and they were forced to endure High
Tea. Penny remained naked and cage-cuffed, Mandy naked
and Rada-box-tied, and Gwyn just plain naked. Rada had
brought up the rear, probably to make sure Penny and/or
Mandy didn't make a break for it.
This was Penny's first High Tea.
Bethany was mother, in that she was both Gwyn's mother and the
one pouring the tea. She was wearing the same flattering
sundress she'd worn before and after oiling her hands and giving
Penny her post-rowing involuntary massage. Penny, Mandy,
and Gwyn remained naked. Penny was almost positive that
guest nudity (and bondage) were not normal features of
a traditional High Tea, but then, this was her first
time. Anyway, the food was delicious, and so was the
tea. Gwyn fed Mandy and Bethany fed Penny.
It was during High Tea that Penny learned that Rada's variant of
the box-tie (with the signature double shoulder yoke) was
referred to as a "Rada-box-tie." Also, when Mandy politely
inquired as to whether Penny had enjoyed rowing the "Magic
Christian," she had an entertainment epiphany! Magic Christian!
That was the name of the old flick that had inspired the
photo-realistic computer generated movie that had helped Penny
get into the proper galley slave mood and maintain her
rhythm. Apparently, "Magic Christian" was also the name of
the kinky Jules Verne rowing machine itself. Well, that
settled that mystery.
And after that...
It was then that Penny
discovered that all her things―except for her books, iPad, and
iPad charging cable―had been confiscated! Her clothes and
luggage were missing! Even the baby-blue Deborah Walley
baby-doll nightie she'd found on the bed the previous evening
and assumed was a gift was gone! The chest of drawers was
completely empty, as was the wardrobe. There were still
towels in the attached bathroom, so Penny supposed she could
use one as a wrap, but why bother? The Modesty Express
had left the station before dawn when Rada stripped her naked,
and she'd been naked ever since.
III. Rada reappeared and led Penny upstairs to her
guest bedroom, unlocked and opened the elaborately carved
door, removed Penny's cage-cuffs, more-or-less shoved her
inside, then locked the door behind her! How rude!
Anyway, Penny settled in to wait for dinner which, supposedly,
would be some time after sunset. She lay on the bed and
read one of her books. She'd already confirmed that Roget
Manor had WiFi, so she supposed she could try sending an e-mail
to cousin Beebe requesting an immediate extraction, but Cousin
Beebe (and Aunt Suki) would probably be furious with her for
executing an emergency protocol without a good excuse. And
Cousin Beebe (and especially Aunt Suki) would not consider
bondage and nudity as exigent circumstances.
Also, as Bethany's guest, triggering a home invasion by Dr.
Bondage (and the notorious Suki) would be really rude
behavior. Besides, when you really think
about it, what's a little naked exhibitionism and over-the-top
bondage between friends? If Bethany wanted to run
Roget Manor like a spooky Gothic nudist-colony/BDSM-camp, was it
really Penny's place to object?
Bethany was dressed in a
really beautiful red cocktail dress, Gwyn in an equally
beautiful black cocktail dress, and Mandy was naked.
Whether that was to keep Penny company or if Bethany's guests
routinely dined in the nude wasn't clear.
- Dinner, supper,
whatever. Rada unlocked the bedroom door and announced
that dinner was served. Surprisingly, she didn't
pounce on Penny and bind, buckle, or lock her in rope,
leather, or steel restraints. The giant Norwegian
goddess just walked away, leaving Penny to scramble from bed
and follow her to a small dining room on the first
floor. No bondage. How 'bout that!
The soup was a really tasty bisque, the salad had a yummy
dressing, the main entree was beef in some kind of sauce, and
dessert was a mixed berry tart (with a scoop of vanilla ice
cream). All the portions were small, but that was
okay. Penny had missed lunch but enjoyed High Tea, so she
wasn't all that hungry.
Curiously (now that she thought about it), as they chatted and
ate, the subject of bondage never came up. Penny got the
impression that things like dungeons and languishing in chains
and/or tight rope were okay at High Tea, but weren't considered
proper dinner conversation. Penny supposed she could have
forced the issue by demanding to know what was going to happen
to her tomorrow, but she didn't. She sensed her hostess
and alleged friends took it as an established fact that she was
okay with everything that had happened today, and for some
reason, Penny didn't feel compelled to dispute the unspoken
assumption. I guess that means it is an
established fact that I'm okay with everything that happened
today, Penny mused. Go figure.
After dessert, Penny retired to her bedroom for more reading...
She supposed it wasn't really all that unexpected that she was
"okay" with what was happening. After all, Penny Parr was
lucky enough to be the apprentice of the world famous
kidnapper-for-hire Dr. Bondage (and her partner, the infamous,
notorious, and mysterious Aunt Suki). Penny was into this
stuff. And she already knew Gwyn and Mandy were
players. And if Gwyn and Mandy hadn't extended their
ongoing bondage games into their Roget Manor Summer Vacation,
Penny very well might have done it herself. (Who was she
trying to kid. Of course she would have done it
herself.) And Roget Manor had a lot of fun toys to play
with! And a lot of fun playrooms! And Penny could
tell she'd barely scratched the surface! So... what was
Suspense was a part of the game, an important part of
Being a total bottom?
That might be it. Generally, Penny enjoyed playing for
both sides, but definitely favored Team Top―but who
knew what the future might hold? If an opportunity
presented itself, maybe she'd get a chance to wiggle her way up
from the bottom.
Gwyn was her size. Maybe she could capture the Goth
wannabe, confiscate her wardrobe (so she wouldn't be naked all
the time) and talk Bethany into adopting her as her temporary
daughter and demoting Gwyn to the role of
naughty-naked-maid-who-needed-punishing. She was sure
Mandy would go along (or suffer the same fate as Gwyn).
Penny's real problem was Rada Grabhands. The
blond giantess seemed to be the ultimate top.
Penny topping Rada all by herself was an absurd impossibility,
and would the Norwegian goddess allow Penny to top the
others? Even temporarily? Would Rada tolerate
Penny resolved to shift her currently nonexistent plan for
capturing the tall, exquisite blonde to the front burner.
Next chance she got, she'd broach the subject with Gwyn and
Mandy. It was inconceivable that her friends wouldn't want
revenge for the way Rada had stripped, bound, gagged, and
generally topped the three of them. As long as there was a
decent possibility of success, they'd definitely be
onboard. Of course, there was every chance Rada might
immediately turn the tables and retaliate by introducing the
three of them to her other signature variations on all
the classic bondage positions, ultra-style, but... No
pain, no gain! Also... Fortune favors the bold!
Yes... the problem is Rada, Penny decided, then heaved an
epic yawn, stretched, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
of Rada Grabhands...
Penny was roused from a deep slumber to find a ball-gag in her
mouth! And someone was buckling its strap at the nape of
her neck, under her tousled blond hair! And whoever was
doing the deed (as if there was any doubt) was handling her
initially disoriented but increasingly spirited resistance with
The attacker was Rada, of course.
"Good morning, Kattunge," the smiling blond giantess
purred. "This is your wake up call."
Now fully awake, Penny kicked and squirmed and fought, but
couldn't prevent Rada from binding her wrists behind her back,
then using more rope to craft a shoulder-yoking harness and
turning the arrangement into a "kimono-tie." It was
similar to a box-tie, but without the horizontal bands above and
below her breasts pinning her upper arms to her sides.
This time, the bands in question passed under her armpits and
only encircled her chest, above her boobs. Also, it was a
semi-reverse-prayer-kimono-tie, with her wrists crossed
and raised until they more-or-less touched her shoulder blades!
Apparently satisfied with a job well done, Rada took a step
Penny scrambled from bed, only briefly impeded by the tangled
covers, then wiggled, squirmed, and tested her new bonds.
Rada had used the same black-dyed hemp rope as yesterday, at
least from what Penny could see of the strands crossing her
torso (above her boobs) and yoking her shoulders. As
kimono-ties went, it could be worse. Aunt Suki had done
something similar to her once, but she'd included Penny's thumbs
and hands in the bondage. This was a little better.
Still... talk about your rude awakenings!
"Mrrrmpfh!" Penny shook her tousled hair from her irate
and ball-gagged face and stared good morning daggers at her
Rada was wearing her Sinister Exercise Outfit: sneakers and
anklets, calf-length spandex pants, and a sports bra, all in
Evil Black, but she'd added a black, half-zipped fleece vest to
the ensemble, probably to protect the kidnapping giantess from
the morning chill.
It was a little chilly in the bedroom, but Penny
decided she was probably just feeling the aftereffects of being
jerked from her warm bed and forced to stand there in the nude.
"Breakfast will be in fifteen minutes," Rada announced, then
turned, strolled to the bedroom door, and made her graceful,
Penny watched her go, having no better option, then padded to
the bathroom and conducted her morning toilette, as best she
could. The unusually tall faucet of the washbasin allowed
her to suck at least some water past her ball-gag, and she
already knew how to flush the toilet and use its bidet function
while tied up.
And then, Penny returned to the main bedroom... and waited.
Rada reappeared right on time, as far as Penny could tell.
Smiling her evil (gorgeous) smile, she unlocked and opened the
bedroom door and waited for Penny to stomp (pad) across the
threshold and into the hallway.
There, Penny was surprised (mildly) to find Mandy waiting for
her. The redhead was naked, ball-gagged, and kimono-tied
in an identical manner to herself. Mandy's long, ginger
curls were a tousled mess, with several copper strands draped
across her lightly freckled, ball-gagged face.
"MrrRrr," Penny mumbled. ("Good morning.")
"MrrRrrRrrr," Mandy replied. ("Good morning to you.")
Rada had ditched the fleece vest, but accessorized her stalking
and kidnapping outfit with what was probably the same riding
crop as yesterday, and was using it to point down the
hallway. "Ladies, to the kitchen if you please."
Mandy and Penny exchanged a commiserating sigh, then padded in
the indicated direction. They were side-by-side with Rada
bringing up the rear.
They passed the occasional window and descended the Grand
Staircase (with its Gothic rose windows) and noted that dawn was
beginning to break. Upon arriving at the kitchen, the
naked captives sat at the informal dining table, then watched as
Rada stepped to the counter and started preparing their
breakfasts. Apparently, it was going to be more of the
same disgustingly healthy (but yummy) cereal as yesterday.
At least this time we're not going to have to languish for a
few hours before eating, Penny thought.
Soon, two napkins, two spoons, and two bowls of rolled oats,
nuts, grains, and other healthy stuff were arranged on the table
before the two naked, bound, and gagged damsels, as well as a
container of soy-milk. Then, Rada produced a comb from
somewhere, stepped behind Mandy, and began combing her long
ginger hair. Penny watched. What else did she have
to do? Soon, Mandy's wavy locks were tangle free and Rada
pulled them back and used a fabric-covered elastic to secure
them in a tight ponytail. Penny was next, and this time
Mandy got to watch as Rada combed Penny's long, blond hair and
arranged it in a ponytail.
Just then, the door swung open and Bethany and Gwyn entered the
Bethany was wearing high-heeled pumps and a really pretty black
dress with a black toreador-style jacket trimmed in white.
Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Gwyn
was wearing a similar outfit, only the dress was in a bold black
and white geometric pattern and her jacket completely
white. Her dark hair was also pulled back. Mother
and daughter greeted the dawn with broad smiles and sparkling
"Good morning, everybody," Bethany gushed, then leaned down and
kissed Mandy's forehead... followed by Penny's forehead.
"Elf and I are off to enjoy a nice, leisurely breakfast at the
dining room of a charming little bed and breakfast on the other
side of the lake, followed by a little shopping in town.
We really haven't had as much time to talk as I'd like, so I'm
going to steal her away for a little mother-daughter
bonding. I hope you don't mind."
What lake? Penny wondered. There's a
lake? Do they rent boats?
Grinning like the gloating traitor that she was, Gwyn stepped
forward to take her mother's place, then also planted
disgustingly wet kisses on her friends' foreheads. "Bye!"
she purred, waving her right hand and twiddling her
fingers. "You guys have fun with Rada."
And then, before either Penny or Mandy could do more than blink
in alarm at their abandonment... the mother and daughter were
Penny and Mandy locked eyes and exchanged a Sigh of Profound
Rada was smiling at the still swinging kitchen door.
"Mother-daughter bonding," she chuckled. "What a fantastisk
idea." She shifted her smile to the naked, bound, and
gagged damsels at the table. "But first things first."
The damsels in question watched as Rada added a handful of fresh
blueberries to each of their bowls, then poured soy-milk over
the resulting concoctions. Soon, the towering blond would
remove their ball-gags and start feeding them. And after
that? Penny assumed Rada would continue her tour, and down
below there were a lot of chambers with heavy wooden
doors (with elaborate iron bands) that she'd not yet visited...
which wasn't at all ominous.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
was consumed and the ball-gags back in Penny and Mandy's
disgruntled mouths, Rada used her riding crop to shepherd the
captives down the stairs to the basement... across the
basement... then down the stairs to the dungeons.
Once in the gloomy confines of the Roget Labyrinth of Woe, Penny
and Mandy watched as Rada unlocked, unbolted, and opened the
first door on the left. Click! Thunk!
Creeeeeee! The space beyond was surprisingly small,
more-or-less a tiny closet.
Rada placed a hand on Mandy's back and pushed her across the
threshold. The naked, kimono-tied, and ball-gagged redhead
only had time to turn, face the door, and register a wide-eyed
complaint―"Mrrrf!"―before the door started closing. Creeeeeee!
"Wait here," Rada purred (unnecessarily). Thunk!
Click! After she bolted and locked the door (leaving
poor Mandy incarcerated in the tiny cell), Rada took Penny by
one arm and led her away.
"Mrrrmpfh!" Penny complained.
"Yes, Rada is a real Tispe," Rada chuckled.
They passed door after door (all with elaborate iron bands),
then paused―at random, as far as Penny could tell―while Rada did
her thing. Click! Thunk! Creeeeeee!
Then, she led Penny across the threshold and into a cell
much roomier than Mandy's closet, something like twenty, maybe
thirty foot square, with a ten foot ceiling.
Penny flinched when the door closed behind her. Creeeeeee!
She'd been distracted staring at the machine that occupied
something like half the cell's floor space. It had gears,
some as big as bicycle wheels or trashcan lids, as well as
dangling chains passing from gear to gear and suspending
cannonball size iron weights cast in the shapes of devils or
demons or gargoyles. And everything was
interconnected. It was all one big machine.
In front of the massive mechanism was a long, narrow, waist-high
table made from heavy wooden timbers. A set of wooden
stocks was fixed at one end of the table, its ankle-openings
padded with lambskin fleece. At the other end was a big
wooden drum wound with a pair of steel chains, and at the ends
of the chains were what Penny instantly recognized as suspension
cuffs. Both were brown leather and padded in the wrist
areas with more of the lambskin fleece.
So... obviously... the table, pillory, and drum comprised a
rack! And the rack's drum was integrated into the gigantic
machine behind it. No big mystery here, Penny
decided. She also decided she didn't want any part if it!
The naked, bound, and ball-gagged little blonde shook her head,
took a slow step back... then another... then bumped into the
closed door. She then (somewhat frantically) shifted her
wide-eyed gaze from the rack/machine to Rada and prepared to
marshal her best counter arguments to being stretched on the
rack/machine. Her problems were: (1.) Mr. Ball-Gag, and
(2.) the evil smile curling Rada's perfect lips.
Clearly, the gigantic shield-maiden wasn't interested, but Penny
made her counterarguments anyway. "Mrrrrm!
NrrRrrmpfh! Mfffrmmph!" Etc. An objective
observer would have to agree she'd made several valid (albeit
unintelligible) points, but Rada ignored all of them.
Penny kicked and squirmed and struggled when, with her usual
depressing competence, Rada picked her up and heaved her onto
the bed of the rack, lifted the top bar of the stocks, and
captured her struggling, kicking feet, trapping her ankles in
the deep, padded, anatomically correct openings. She
lowered the top bar, engaged a hefty iron hasp, and closed a
hefty padlock. Thunk! Click!
Penny continued squirming and struggling as Rada bent her
forward at the waist into a full crunch, untied her kimono-tie
bonds, then captured her wrists in the suspension cuffs.
Slapping and/or batting with her hands proved totally
ineffective, especially once both her wrists were buckled in the
tight, padded embrace of the cuffs. Next, Rada secured the
cuffs with miniature brass padlocks. Click!
Penny panted through her nostrils and past her gag, her boobs
wobbling and limbs thrashing as she explored the limits of her
new predicament, which was flat on her back in a loose
spreadeagle on a bed of hard timber. Truth be told, the
wrist chains had quite a bit of slack, but Penny was reasonably
sure that was about to change.
Her arms crossed under her boobs, Rada smiled and watched for
several seconds as Penny struggled. It's called
gloating. Penny was already quite familiar with the
Having at least temporarily met her gloating quota for the
morning, Rada stepped to the far side of the machine and began
turning the handle of a windless. A chain snapped taut
with a twang, then began shortening and lifting a quite
substantial iron weight into the air.
Penny watched with understandable interest. The weight in
question took the shape of a hideous devil or demon or gargoyle,
like all the others, but was far and away the biggest of the
lot. And now that Penny had the "free" time to notice, the
entire machine was another Victorian/Hammer Studios Horror Film
triumph of dramatic set dressing. She couldn't vouch for
the quality of the engineering―yet―but the mechanized rack was
truly worthy of Roget Manor.
Rada continued cranking and the weight continued rising.
Even with her legendary shield-maiden strength it was obviously
an arduous task. Her tan biceps bulged as she
worked. It took a while, but finally, the weight reached
its full height, a ratchet and pawl mechanism lifted and dropped
with a loud click, the weight stopped moving, and Rada
Smiling her gorgeous but disturbing smile, Rada moved to what
was obviously a control panel mounted nearby on the wall.
From her position on the rack Penny had a severely limited view,
but the panel had a great number of levers and shifter-arms,
large and small, and apparently, Rada felt obligated to fiddle
with every one of them.
Rada frowned as she double checked the setting. Then, her
smile returned, she gloated for a few more seconds... smiling at
Penny as she squirmed and tugged on the suspension cuffs... then
threw a T-shaped lever.
There was a loud creak, followed by a thunk,
then gears began turning and one of the smaller dangling weights
dropped one link of chain with a snap. Most of the
gears were now turning... slowly... and some of the bigger gears
were turning even more slowly. The machine was
clicking, thunking, grinding, and generally doing its thing.
Penny was mesmerized by the largest gear. She could barely
tell it was moving, but it was moving... and clicking...
slowly. The entire machine was like a clock... A
really... big... antiquated... clock.
Several more seconds passed, then the rack's drum creaked,
moaned, rotated away from Penny about one inch, then locked with
a thunk. It was enough to shorten Penny's
suspension-cuff chains by a fraction of an inch.
The machine continued clicking, thunking, and grinding at the
same stately pace.
OMG! Penny thought. I'm being pulled apart by
Big Ben! This IS a giant old-time clock! And it
won't stop! And it'll keep clicking and clicking and
ticking and tocking! And I'm a PRISONER OF TIME!
And the chains will keep on shortening and shortening!
And I'M GONNA DIE!
Penny didn't really believe she was going to die.
Imagine the paperwork. Rada might even get fired.
But if there was ever a time for a Dramatic Display, this was
it! Penny squirmed and tugged and bucked and thrashed and
screamed through her gag for all she was worth... then
paused to gauge the results. Nothing. Rada was still
smiling, still gloating, and was as tall and gorgeous as
Penny had tried Brave Defiance followed by Pitiable Panic, both
without noticeable effect, so she decided to shift to Pathetic
"Mrrrrr!" she whined, knitting her brows and batting her big
blue eyes. It was a truly heartbreaking display.
Penny knew because she'd practiced it in front the mirror, as
well as perfecting a whole host of pitiable expressions that
might prove useful if and when she was gagged, helpless, and
needed to engender sympathy.
"Nice try, Kattunge," Rada purred. She was back at
the side of the rack, smiling down at Penny's naked but not yet
all that stretched body. She reached out, gently rested
her right palm on Penny's stomach, and began a slow circular
Penny continued Piteous Expression #1, but obviously Rada didn't
have a heart. It was disappointing but not unexpected.
"Well, enjoy your day," Rada said, lifted her hand from Penny's
tummy, then spun on her heel and exited the chamber. Creeeeeee!
And Penny was alone, and at the mercy of the gigantic,
complicated, slowly spinning and grinding mechanical rack!
continued making "progress," but it was glacially slow. It
was something like a full minute after Rada had abandoned Penny
to her fate before one the smaller devil/demon weights dropped a
link and the drum clunked, creaked, and took in another
tiny-little-bit from each of the suspension-cuff chains.
'Enjoy your day,' Penny thought, remembering Rada's last
words. As if she's gonna leave me like this for...
eight or ten hours? The chains aren't that loose.
This thing'll pull me apart like a roasted chicken if she
leaves me here that long. She bluffing...
obviously. She has to be.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
"You put her
on the Auto-Rack?" Mandy demanded. "Rada!
That's mean. She's new."
"Compared to our cute little Kattunge," Rada chuckled,
"I believe you are the one that is 'new,' my cute
Mandy heaved a sigh. "You're probably right, but
still... The Auto-Rack is scary."
Mandy and Rada were basking under the summer sun on a pair of
lounge chairs next to Roget Manor's outdoor pool. The pool
in question was kidney-shaped and as much a decorative water
feature as a swimming venue, unlike the rectilinear indoor pool
next to the gym that was clearly designed for
lap-swimming. The Garden Pool was for splishing and
splashing, not exercise. The design included a waterfall
with shallow basins ideal for bird-bathing, as well as several
flowerbeds and bushes that went right to the pool's edge.
Taken as a whole, the aesthetic was quite natural.
Rada's tall, perfect body glistened with tanning lotion and her
blond hair was coiled in a tight bun. She was totally and
gloriously nude. At the moment, the only thing she
was wearing was a pair of sunglasses.
Mandy's less tall but arguably no less perfect body was also
glistening, but with sunscreen. Like Rada, Mandy was also
nude, except for several mostly single strands of forest-green
parachute cord (nylon, multiple twisted strands with a woven
sheath, 1⁄8" (3 mm), aka
550-cord, aka paracord). Her wrists were tied behind her
back, palm-to-palm, her elbows tied together, her ankles
also tied together, and two distinct webs of green cord
embraced/encased her body: (1) a ladder-tie of single strands
that dimpled her pale, peach-pink, lightly freckled flesh every
few inches from shoulders to ankles, and (2) a Kikkou (diamond-hitch)
pattern of diagonal cords that also dimpled her pale,
peach-pink, lightly freckled flesh from shoulders to
Not to worry, however, as 97% of Mandy's skin was exposed to the
Generally, as her complexion was prone to sunburn, Mandy wasn't
a big fan of sunbathing, but Rada had explained that Mistress
Bethany thought she looked better with freckles everywhere,
so sunbathing she was. And it wasn't like Rada had given
her any choice in the matter. Mandy's ginger hair was
coiled atop her head, like Rada's, to allow maximum tanning
(freckling) of her neck and pouting face, and for the same
reason her ball-gag was resting on a low table between the two
lounge chairs, rather than plugging her mouth or dangling around
her neck as an ugly necklace.
Oh-by-the-way, Rada had tied one end of a piece of green cord
around the base of Mandy's ginger bun and the other to the top
of her lounge chair. She'd also knotted a second length
around Mandy's big-toes and tethered them to the base of the
chair. The cords had enough slack to allow Mandy to roll
onto her left or right sides, or even all the way over onto her
stomach. This was for purposes of uniform tanning
(freckling), of course.
Rada was big on sunbathing, as evidenced by her rich,
dark, all-over tan. For the tall blonde, this was a
"I still think you're being mean," Mandy sighed.
"I'm sure Kattunge agrees," Rada chuckled, then sprang
from her chair and untied Mandy's big-toes... followed by her
hair-bun. "You're going to burn," she observed.
Mandy managed to sit up and glared at the grinning,
naked amazon. "Well?"
"Well what?" Rada inquired with a grin.
Mandy rolled her eyes and nodded towards a giant oak about
twenty yards away, across the lush green lawn. Under the
dappled shade of its spreading branches were a pair of lounge
chairs and a low table identical to the setting next to the
pool. "Carry me over there."
"And why should I do that?" Rada inquired, then picked up the
ball gag, thrust its black, silicon-rubber ball into Mandy's
pouting mouth, then buckled its black leather strap tight at
the nape of the glaring captive's lightly-freckled neck.
Next, she lifted Mandy to her feet and gave the helpless
ginger's pale and as yet only very lightly freckled
rump a business-like slap! "Hop-hop," she ordered,
then turned and strolled out onto the lawn.
Mandy glared at her handler/rigger's perfect, deeply-tanned,
naked body as Rada padded into the distance. Once Rada was
about twenty yards equidistant from both the pool and the oak
tree, the tall Norwegian stopped and began a series of
stretching exercises. Mean! Mandy fumed, then
began hopping towards the oak tree. (Hop!) At
Meanwhile, Rada had completed her stretches and was now
executing a flurry of martial arts hand-strikes, punches, and
Her breasts flopping with every hop, Mandy finally passed into
the shade, eased herself down onto one of the lounge chairs,
lifted her bound legs and feet, and reclined full length.
Her gaze returned to Rada. The shield-maiden was good at
whatever it was she was doing. She looked dangerous...
and was very easy on the eyes.
Mandy's thoughts turned to last summer, specifically, to the day
she'd been the "guest" of Mistress Bethany's
Auto-Rack. Poor Penny, Mandy sighed, then closed
her eyes. It wasn't like there was anything she could do
to rescue her little blond friend.
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seriously considering freaking out! For real!
The mechanical rack had clinked and clunked and
taken in portions of chain several times! And now
Penny was stretched to the limit! And the limit
in question was pain! One more click and
clunk (maybe two) and she'd be in serious trouble!
Penny's arms were stretched, her boobs significantly flattened,
her ribs prominent, her stomach even flatter than usual, her
legs stretched, and her feet pointing!
How long had it been since Rada had abandoned her to her cruel
fate? Penny had lost track. In her defense, she'd
been preoccupied trying and failing to find some way to wiggle
her way out of the tight, padlocked, and well-padded suspension
cuffs. Freeing her feet from the pillory was a lost
cause. The heavy timbers didn't even shake when she
struggled and kicked. And her resistance became more and
more limited and less and less "effective" as the chains
shortened and further restricted her efforts.
The prisoner-on-the-rack had also lost count of the exact number
of times the rack had clicked, clunked, and
turned the drum, slooowly making her predicament more
Cousin Beebe would be disappointed. All that training in
Enhanced Situational Awareness, and Penny was acting like any
other mindless Damsel-in-Distress being stretched on the
rack. Aunt Suki would be especially disappointed,
and no doubt would punish her for her inability to
multitask. (Not that Suki ever needed an actual excuse to
mete out punishment, but Penny falling down on her ESA training
would have been a solid pretext.)
Finally... it happened! Click-clunk! But
than the drum taking up another pair of suspension-cuff-chain
Finally, the motor
stopped, there was a rather authoritative click, and the
largest devil/demon/gargoyle weight dropped exactly one
link. Simultaneously, the drum turned in the opposite
direction, several links of Penny's suspension-cuff-chain played
out, and Penny was back to exactly where she'd started, loosely
spreadeagled on the rack!
- What sounded like
an electric motor hummed to life.
- Several of the
machine's chains rattled up or down.
- Several (actually,
most) of the gears started turning all at once and continued
turning, all at once.
- Several of the
devil/demon/gargoyle weights either rose or fell.
Penny was relieved she wasn't experiencing the agony of having
her joints pulled apart, but she was also pissed off!
The true nature of the rack's function was now crystal clear (or
at least highly probable). Rather than being an
unspeakably cruel engine of execution (not that Penny had ever really
believed that Rada was really trying to torture her
to death), the rack stretched its victim (Penny) to her
limit! Then granted a reprieve.
Click-clunk! Then did it again!
That's right, the drum had turned and taken in a fraction of an
inch from each of Penny's suspension-cuff-chains, just like
It was doing it again!
"Mrrrmpfhmrrrf!" Penny kicked and squirmed and tugged on
the cuffs and went generally berserk! This was
mean! "Mrrrrrrrrrrf!" It was a lot better that
slow dismemberment, of course, but still, it was mean!
Penny stopped struggling and "relaxed" in her bonds. She
was panting through flaring nostrils and her breasts
heaving. Penny was also sweating (and realized she'd been
sweating for some time). The chamber was overheated.
Based on two day's experience, overheating seemed to be a normal
feature of the Roget Manor Dungeons. She supposed it was
better than underheating. Nobody likes a
Naked, bound, and gagged tantrums were pointless. Penny
didn't even have an audience, it really didn't make her
feel any better, and it certainly didn't get her off
the damn rack.
Penny lay on the bed of hard timbers and stared up at the stone
ceiling... naked, helpless, ball-gagged, panting, and sweating.
There has to be a way, she fumed. There has to
be a way to turn the tables, capture Rada Grabhands, and make
her pay for her Crimes Against Damselkind.
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