| by Van ©2019
Girls arrived home from their breakfast and shopping expedition,
exchanged warm, mother/daughter kisses, then retired to their
respective bedrooms to change.
Gwyn had no idea what Mandy and Penny might be up to at the
moment (meaning she had no idea what unspeakably cruel but
ultimately harmless thing Rada might be doing to them) but she
wasn't stupid enough to hunt down the giant blond shield-maiden
and ask her. Gwyn smiled. At least Rada's giving
me a pass... for now.
Next, Gwyn removed the tags from the two new dresses she'd
bought (meaning Mother had bought for her) and hung them in her
walk-in closet. She then de-tagged the three new
panty-and-bra sets she'd also purchased and dropped them in the
laundry hamper. They required gentle washing to remove the
sizing still clinging to their delicate fabrics.
Gwyn decided to take a quick shower, change into a bikini, and
swim a few laps in the indoor pool (just to keep
Rada-the-trainer off her back). After that, she'd retire
to a lounge chair under the shade of the oak near the outdoor
pool and read. She stripped naked, tucked her hair under a
black latex swimming-cap to keep it dry during her shower and
subsequent swim, laid out a black bikini on the foot of her bed,
then padded into the attached bathroom and turned on the shower.
Rada, Gwyn thought as she luxuriated under the cascade of
hot water. Mandy knows her from last summer, and Penny
is just getting to know her... but they both have no
idea. They don't know Rada the way I know
Gwyn had just turned eleven when Mother hired Rada Nørgaard, and
the impressively tall, athletic Norwegian had instantly become
Gwyn's best friend and confidant. Their relationship
was... unique. Rada hadn't treated Gwyn like her
employer's child, but like her little sister. In turn,
Gwyn considered Rada the big sister (really big sister)
she'd never had, and Mother was okay with it. Bethany
Roget had never been snooty with her servants or other
Gwyn remembered Rada telling her stories about growing up in
Norway, as well as sharing with her Norse fairy tales and...
"The Sagas." In turn, Gwyn had helped Rada perfect her
American, meaning she helped Rada navigate the mysteries of
American idioms. And once Gwyn started attending the Saint
Priggette Academy for Girls, when she was home for the holidays
Gwyn would share with Rada all the latest gossip (even
the juicy stuff she wouldn't tell Mother).
And then there were the wrestling matches... the decidedly uneven
wrestling matches. Again, with Mother's approval, Rada
had added Gwyn to her list of physical training clients,
bringing it to a grand total of two. Rada already
supervised Mother's exercise program, and now―by Maternal
Decree―she developed and implemented a program for Gwyn as
well. Some persuasion was required, but actually, the
persuasion in question was more like play than a struggle to
overcome genuine resistance on Gwyn's part, and they both knew
it. Anyway, whenever Gwyn resolutely refused to
swim the number of required laps, go for a mandatory run, row on
the rowing machine, or do whatever Rada ordered her to do...
wrestling ensued. Also tickling, squirming, and a great
deal of giggling.
And then there was the bondage.
It started one memorable evening when Gwyn and Rada were
watching an episode of Xena: Warrior
Princess in the sitting room that had long since
been converted to the Manor's media room. At one point in
the episode, Xena's sidekick, Gabrielle (Renee O'Conner), was
bound and gagged, and Rada remarked that given half a chance she
could have done a much better job of tying her up
(meaning Gabby). Gwyn (who was 14 at the time) agreed, but
boasted that she'd be able to escape from any such
bondage, no matter who was tying the knots. Rada smiled...
Gwyn smiled back... and wrestling ensued. When the
metaphorical dust settled, Gwyn found herself with her wrists
crossed and tied behind her back, her ankles crossed and tied
together, a wadded handkerchief stuffed in her mouth, and a
narrowly folded scarf tied as a cleave-gag to keep it
there. Rada gave Gwyn 'til the end of the closing credits
to escape. She didn't, so Rada carried her upstairs to her
bedroom and gave her further time to hone her escapology
skills. Gwyn squirmed and struggled on the bed for an
hour... until Rada returned and set her free.
That was the first time. There had been many other
"lessons" since, and as soon as Gwyn turned 18, Rada began
insisting that her student should be naked while
"learning the ropes." And given the mismatch in size and
strength, Rada always got her way.
Also, Gwyn wasn't stupid. It was an open secret that the
Roget family had been into bondage since... forever. Gwyn
was heiress to a legacy of kinky bondage fun, and she'd known
that since she was tiny, well before she knew what "kinky
bondage fun" actually meant.
For one thing, Gwyn had noticed the "subtle" straps and/or
padded clamps on all the exercise equipment in the gym, all
strategically placed to ensure that whoever was using any of the
machines could be restrained in the appropriate position.
Gwyn, herself, regularly used all of the machines in question,
but Rada had never insisted that she employ the "safety straps."
And then there was the time Gwyn had been home from
school, passed the gym on her way to the pool, and found her
mother strapped to the Nautilus-style universal resistance
machine and executing a series of leg-lifts. Mother was
wearing a pair of black, thigh-length spandex shorts, a pink,
sleeveless leotard, and a ball-gag! Also, the
machine's padded leather restraints had been deployed and
buckled around her wrists, ankles, and waist. Bethany's
exercise clothes were significantly sweat-stained, her flushed,
pale skin dripping with sweat, and her ball-gagged face
grimacing as she strained to lift her straightened legs and bare
feet. Thankfully, Mother's eyes were clenched tightly
closed, so she didn't notice her bikini-clad, wide-eyed daughter
standing frozen in the doorway in amazed silence. Rada's
back was turned and she was concentrating on her employer's
performance, so she didn't notice Gwyn either. Gwyn
watched for several seconds... then tiptoed away. Wow!
And then there was the BIG clue that, as a family, the Roget's
were kinky: The Dungeons.
Gwyn knew the manor had dungeons―she'd always known the
manor had dungeons―but she'd never been allowed to explore said
dungeons, no matter how hard she begged. Mother was
adamant: "No children in the dungeons!" The iron gate was
always kept locked, only Rada had the key, and no amount of
whining and cajoling on Gwyn's part would make the grinning
Norwegian budge an inch.
That was another thing that changed when Gwyn turned 18.
On one memorable summer day, while Mother was away from the
house and attending what Gwyn was sure was a very boring
luncheon in town with a gaggle of her semi-elderly friends, Rada
pounced! She stripped Gwyn naked, tied her up
(Rada-box-tie, crossed and bound ankles, and ball-gag), hoisted
her over her shoulder, carried her through the manor to the
basement... then down to the dungeons!
Rada unlocked the iron gate―Click! Creeeeeee!―then
carried her naked, bound, and wide-eyed burden through the gate
and across the fully equipped torture chamber beyond! Gwyn
kicked, squirmed, and mewled through her ball-gag! Rada
wasn't slowing down! She wasn't giving her a chance to get
a good look at all the fun furnishings! And then, Gwyn was
carried down a stone corridor and past a seemingly endless
series of heavy wooden doors, all elaborately banded with iron.
Their ultimate destination was a fifteen by fifteen foot cell
Rada apparently chose at random. She unlocked, unbolted,
and opened the door―Click! Thud! Creeeeeee!―then
carried Gwyn inside, deposited her on the thick layer of dry
straw covering the stone floor, then locked an iron
collar around her neck! Click! One
end of a ten foot chain was attached to the collar, and the
other to an iron ring solidly embedded in the wall! Gwyn
was sure she'd never forget what Rada said next, not as long as
mother doesn't know I'm doing this, but I think it's time, my
precious little Valp. And if you're wondering
why you're tied up, when the collar and chain alone are enough
to keep you where Rada has placed you... and why
you're gagged, when no one can possibly hear you
scream, no matter how loudly you try... the ropes and gag are
like the icing on an already delicious cake."
Gwyn watched in "horror"
(ignoring the thrill quivering between her legs) as
Rada strolled across the straw to the open door, turned, paused
in the threshold, and smiled.
mother returns home, I wonder how many hours will pass before
she asks me where you are. I'll tell her you mentioned
you might go hiking this afternoon. That will probably
satisfy her until it begins to grow dark. After that..."
And then, Rada took a
step back and closed, bolted, and locked the door. Creeeeeee!
That was Gwyn's first extended stay in the Family Dungeons, and
it was certainly memorable. There had been countless
visits since, of course, but Gwyn still didn't have her own key,
nor had she been allowed to fully explore the entire
dungeon. There were still many mysteries waiting down
below, even for the daughter of the household.
Gwyn smiled as she turned off the water (and ignored the
delicate shiver quivering between her legs). Time for
that swim. She used a fluffy towel to dry herself...
then padded into the bedroom. The bikini was waiting for
her right where she'd left it. Gwyn padded to the
bed―"Mrrrpfh!"―and a hand clamped over her mouth and she was
grabbed from behind!
It was another perfectly executed Rada ambush, of course.
Gwyn stopped struggling and stood perfectly still in Rada's
warm, strong, restraining embrace. "Mrrr?" ("Well?")
"Do you want to do this the easy way, Valp... or the
hard way?" Rada purred, then released her hand-gag.
Gwyn heaved a sigh and frowned. "Easy way or hard way"
meant that whatever Rada had planned in her devious and dominant
mind required at least some cooperation on Gwyn's part. It
also implied that if she failed to cooperate, the final
result would be worse.
"Easy way," Gwyn sighed.
"Good girl," Rada chuckled, kissed the top of Gwyn's black latex
swim-cap, then released her hold. "On the bed," she
Gwyn rolled her eyes, turned, and noted that her attacker was
wearing an abbreviated version of one of her black exercise
outfits: black spandex exercise shorts (mid thigh length) and a
black sports bra. Her perfect, gunboat-sized feet were
bare and her blond hair parted down the middle and plaited in
twin braids. Gwyn heaved a slightly worried sigh.
Rada often gave herself "Viking braids" when she was feeling
Since Gwyn's only other choice would be to renege on her promise
to cooperate (and thereby suffer the dire consequences), she
reclined full-length on her bed, then watched as Rada retrieved
a black nylon gym-bag from where she'd stashed it before
executing her Rada Attack, unzipped the zipper, and pulled out a
rolled bundle of black material. Smiling her usual
predatory smile, the giant beauty unrolled the bundle, revealing
what Gwyn recognized as a sleepsack made from Darlex, a thin
layer of neoprene rubber sandwiched between layers of
spandex. It was more-or-less the result of a mating
between a tight-fitting mummy sleeping bag and a rather
restrictive diver's wetsuit. Gwyn was familiar with
various versions of both the fabric and the "garment" in
This sleepsack was new, as Gwyn's previous sack had been royal
blue, much to her chagrin. At least this one's black,
she sighed as Rada pulled the sack over her feet. I
always look better in black. She heaved another sigh
and lay perfectly still.
This was the true start of the cooperation Gwyn had
promised. She suspected it would probably be exceedingly
difficult to incarcerate a struggling damsel in a sleepsack without
her cooperation, even for The Amazing Norwegian
She-Hulk. Of course, beforehand, the damsel in question could
have been tied up so tightly and elaborately she couldn't
even squirm. That would certainly have made Rada's job
easier. And now that she thought about it, that was
probably the "hard way" option of the bargain she'd struck with
her grinning captor, Oh well. Gwyn sighed,
again. She was sure she'd made the right choice.
The sleepsack had long, tight-fitting sleeves sewn into its
interior, to encase and hold the occupant's arms at her sides
from fingertips to armpits. And if sliding an
uncooperative damsel's feet into the sack's lower region would
have been difficult, sliding her arms into the sleeves would
have been doubly so. In any case, it was a moot
point. Gwyn was cooperating. She slid her fingers,
hands, wrists, and arms into the sleeves in question.
Soon, the sack was stretched all the way over Gwyn's body from
toes to shoulders, and Rada closed the long, vertical zipper
that ran from her mid-thigh region and all the way up to her
Oh-by-the-way, prior to closing the zipper, Rada had inserted a
plastic vibrator the size and shape of a small chicken egg
inside Gwyn's vagina! This had required a modest dollop of
lubricant, some mortified blushing on Gwyn's part, and had
proved a serious test of her will to cooperate... but
Gwyn persevered... meaning she allowed Rada to slide the cool,
smooth egg into her pussy.
Once the zipper was all the way up, Rada clicked the
spring-loaded fob down on itself, thus ensuring the zipper would
remain all the way at the top, no matter what. Gwyn
executed the required and expected "courtesy struggle."
She twisted and squirmed for a few seconds, thus confirming that
she wasn't going to be able to wiggle her way out of the
sleepsack. It was a really tight fit. The black, 1/8"-thick material
hugged her entire body as if she'd been cocooned by a giant
spider. Apparently, Mother (or Rada) had found a
manufacturer that carried custom fitting beyond the usual small,
medium, and large and all the way to height and dress
size. From the neck down, every square inch of Gwyn's body
was being uniformly squeezed.
"Excellent!" Rada gushed, then reached back into the gym-bag and
pulled out a pink, 4" Nerf ball!
"Rada!" Gwyn whined. "I hate those things."
"Hush, Valp," Rada chuckled, then compacted the ball in
her fist and eased it into Gwyn's pouting mouth. "Hold
that for Rada," she requested (ordered).
Gwyn clenched her jaws, following Rada's instruction, and
watched as Rada pulled a pair of bandage scissors and a roll of
Microfoam tape from the bag.
Gwyn's blue eyes widened with interest. The tape was
black. Where did Rada find black medical
tape? Gwyn had no idea and would have liked to ask,
but at the moment her entire mouth was stuffed (in anatomical
detail) with a ball of re-expanded, medium-density, pink foam.
And then, Rada snipped free and stretched a wide, generous strip
of the black tape across Gwyn's entire lower face, from her nose
to her chin and from ear to ear. She then smoothed the
tape with her strong, tan fingers, ensuring the adhesive had a
good grip, sealing Gwyn's lips, and rendering the expulsion of
the Nerf ball quite impossible.
Next, Rada reached back into her black nylon cornucopia of
bondage goodies and produced a "Gwen-hood," the kind that
completely cover its wearer's head and leave only an oval
opening that exposes her upper face, specifically, the lower
half of her forehead, her eyes, and her nose. This
particular Gwen-hood was black Darlex and matched the new
sleepsack. Gwyn assumed they were both made by the same
manufacturer. Getting the thing on Gwyn's head took a little
doing on Rada's part. Gwyn continued cooperating by
holding still, but Rada had to stretch and tug and stretch and
tug until she was satisfied with the hood's skintight fit.
And then, Gwyn stared in amazement as Rada giggled and clapped
her strong, tan hands together with uncharacteristically girlish
glee. "Oh, fantastisk!" the amazon gushed.
"I was afraid the tape or your swimmer's bonnet might show, but
both are completely hidden. Utmerket!"
Yeah, it's 'utmerket' as hell, Gwyn
silently fumed, then watched as Rada reached into the gym-bag,
once again... and this time pulled out a rattling bundle of
black nylon webbing and black plastic snap-buckles. Gwyn
knew exactly what the thing was, wasn't at all surprised by its
appearance, and could do nothing to prevent Rada from putting it
to its intended use.
It was a full-body-harness! And when Rada had finished
rolling Gwyn's Darlex-encased body on the bed, as required,
arranging the webbing straps, clicking the many
snap-buckles closed, and tightening its many straps by vripping
them through the friction clamp portions of the buckles, Gwyn
was Darlex-encased and fully harnessed from her
shoulders to her ankles. A row of ten steel rings
separated by short, vertical lengths of webbing ran down the
front, a pair of diagonal straps yoked her shoulders and were
attached to the top ring, and all ten rings had horizontal
straps that encircled her body at regular intervals.
Specifically, around her...
In the back, the free
ends from the friction-clamps of the snap-buckles all tucked
into convenient sleeves in the straps, for neatness sake.
- Chest, above her
- Chest, below her
- Upper thighs;
- Mid thighs;
- Lower thighs,
above her knees;
- Lower legs, below
- Mid lower legs;
Also, the snap-buckles were special, in that they could be (and
now were) locked. Rada had inserted a small key/tool into
disks set in each buckle, and given them a twist. Each
time, the disk rotated, there was a quiet click, and the
buckle locked. This was for security's sake, of
Gwyn decided another courtesy struggle was in order. She
squirmed, bucked, rolled from side to side, and tried to bend
her knees and her waist, all with decidedly limited
success. Adding an elaborate web harness that was tight
enough to dimple the outer surface of an already inescapable
Darlex sheath was gross overkill! But, of
course, that was entirely the point.
And speaking of overkill...
Rada returned to the gym-bag, again, smiled, and pulled
out a steel collar!
Gwyn's eyes popped wide! It was one of those scary cable-collars:
six horizontal hoops of steel rope separated by vertical steel
spacing bars and closed by means of a pair of curved, vertical
plates. The collar locked by means of a curved
hasp/double-pin that slid through a pair of holes in the front
plates and snapped into the flush-mounted body of a brass
padlock! And this particular collar had a steel ring in
the front, obviously for the purpose of tethering its wearer!
"Mrrrpf!" Gwyn complained.
Rada continued smiling (of course), unlocked the padlock and
removed the hasp/pin, fit the collar around Gwyn's neck, slid
the hasp/pin back into the front plates, and snapped the
Gwyn's neck was now encased by three layers:
"The collar is so you
can't unzip yourself," Rada explained.
- The Darlex collar
of the sleepsack;
- The Darlex collar
of the Gwen-hood;
- The steel
Gwyn stared at her grinning captor in incredulous
disbelief. Unzip myself? The only way Gwyn
could possibly unzip herself would be by suddenly
developing telekinetic powers. Apparently, Rada wanted to
safeguard against just that possibility.
Surprisingly, the cable-collar was comfortable, although Gwyn
conceded that 'comfortable' probably wasn't her best choice of
words. It was restrictive, but not tall enough to qualify
as an actual posture collar. Also, Rada had selected the
precise size appropriate for a petite damsel already wearing two
layers of Darlex. Another example of her legendary
competence as a rigger.
"Fantastisk," Rada sighed, smiling down at the
Darlex-cocooned, harnessed, gagged, Gwen-hooded, and
cable-collared daughter of the House of Roget.
Gwyn stared up at her tall, tan, gorgeous captor. I
suppose she's entitled to gloat, Gwyn mused. As
'entertainment scenarios' go, this one is pretty
Rada continued smiling... and gloating.
Just great, Gwyn sighed. She's gonna leave me
here to roll around on my own bed for the entire day.
Gwyn was very much aware of the egg Rada had lodged in her
pussy. And she's gonna 'torture' me with that thing...
Still smiling, Rada leaned forward and scooped Gwyn's cocooned,
harnessed, gagged, hooded, and cable-collared form into her
arms, turned, and carried her from the bedroom, the way a groom
carries a cocooned, harnessed, gagged, hooded, and
cable-collared bride across the threshold.
Gwyn blinked in surprise. Or not. Obviously,
she wouldn't be languishing in her bedroom.
Their destination was... Mother's bedroom!
Gwyn began struggling and mewling through her
tape/Nerf-gag. "Mrrrrrf!" Rada's only reaction was a
wry twist added to her smile.
It was a little awkward, but Rada managed to control the
squirming but totally helpless Gwyn while she unlocked and
opened the bedroom door.
Rada's eyes popped even wider and she stared in
disbelief and horror!
Bethany Roget's bedroom was appropriate for the Mistress of the
Manor. It was large enough to hold group meetings and was
decorated with the same Gothic excess as the rest of the
mansion. The bed was both titanic and Royal, meaning it
had the kind of elaborate carved headboard and ridiculously
expensive and tapestry-like silk bed-skirts and canopy as the
beds European monarchs used to have custom built for their State
Bedrooms. The mattress was a "Californa King"... or
bigger... and comfortably reclined on said mattress, her upper
body cushioned by a pile of pillows and bolsters, was Bethany
Oh-by-the-way, Gwyn's mom was cocooned, harnessed, Gwen-hooded,
and cable-collared in an identical manner as her daughter, with
the same black Darlex, black nylon webbing, and shining
steel! "Mrrrgh!" And apparently, she was also gagged
under her hood.
Now both cocooned, harnessed, gagged, hooded, and
cable-collared Roget Girls were squirming, struggling, and
mewling as Rada carried Gwyn across the cavernous expanse to the
bed... then gently deposited her burden. Now, Gwyn was on her back
with her gagged, hooded, and wide-eyed head resting on her
mother's Darlex-encased and nylon-webbing-harnessed lap.
Gwyn and Bethany stopped struggling and mewling and locked
eyes. Gwyn stared up at her helpless mother, and Bethany
stared down at her identically restrained and equally helpless
"Yes, it is a good day for mother-daughter
bonding," Rada explained. "Don't you agree, ladies?"
Mother and daughter turned their heads to stare at the smiling,
gloating, statuesque Norwegian. Rada's smile was evil,
predatory, and strikingly beautiful. Her arms
were crossed under her black spandex-covered breasts, which were
sporting a prominent pair of pokies.
Pokies and Viking braids, Gwyn mused. Rada's
frisky and horny. This isn't good... for
anybody... except Rada.
Still smiling, Rada padded to the right bedside table and picked
up the small tablet-remote Bethany used to control her bedroom's
lighting, sound system, and the gigantic flat-screen HDTV
currently hiding behind a hanging tapestry across the
room. The Roget Girls watched nervously as Rada started
tapping and sliding her way through menus on the remote's small
The two pairs of worried blue eyes continued watching from the
bed as Rada's smile turned mischievous and she shifted her smile
to her prisoners. "Dear me," Rada purred, "I've quite
forgotten which egg is in which damsel. I can't remember
who is 'Control Channel A' and who is 'Control Channel
B.'" Her smile shifted from mischievous to wicked.
"But does it really matter?" She tapped the screen a final
time, then returned the remote to the bedside table.
And then, Rada turned on her bare heels and padded gracefully
from the bedroom.
Mother and daughter stared at the now closed bedroom door (and
its over-the-top, elaborate carvings), there was a pause... then
they heard the click of the door being locked.
They heaved simultaneous sighs... and their eyes locked, once
Well... this is new, Gwyn thought as she stared into her
mother's beautiful blue eyes. She noted Mother's forehead
was glowing, meaning was shining with a patina of sweat. Mine
probably is too, Gwyn reasoned. This was the first
time mother and daughter had shared one of Rada's
predicaments. Gwyn had seen her mother in bondage before,
many times, and Mother had certainly seen her, but this was
their first shared experience. And Rada had said
Mother was also sporting an egg! Oh, yuk!
Suddenly, Bethany's eyes popped wide and she flinched in
her bonds. At the same time, Gwyn became aware of a
exceedingly quiet and barely perceptible vibrating hum!
Whatever it was, it was humming against the back of her hooded
head, and she
knew it could only be one thing: Mother's egg! Oh, double yuk!
The vibrations arrived in pulsing waves... and her mom was
starting to shiver and squirm... and it didn't show any sign
of stopping! Yuuuuk! Like
mother, like daughter! Yuk-yuk-yuk!
Bethany continued shivering and squirming and the egg kept
pulsing. Gwyn knew the insidious ovoids were Bluetooth devices
and that somewhere, one of the manor's servers was executing an
"entertainment program," and there was nothing either one of
them could do about it! Also, ominously, it was only a
matter of time until―"Mrk!"
It happened! Now Gwyn's
egg was vibrating! And she was feeling the full effects,
firsthand, as opposed to the secondhand effects from Mother's
egg that were being transmitted through her mother's thighs,
sleepsack, and web-harness!
Now, both Roget Girls were wiggling and squirming, as
well as sweating and panting.
Too far! Gwyn silently fumed. This time she's
gone too far! We have to do something
|The Perils of Penny Parr
rack machine had stretched poor, naked, helpless, and suffering
Penny precisely... several times. Truth be told, she
wasn't even trying to keep track of how many times the drum had
slooowly turned and stretched her poor, naked, helpless body to
its very limit... then relaxed... then stretched her in the
exact same way... over and over again! It was horrible!
And she didn't care one fig if Beebe scolded her or Suki
punished her for not bothering to keep count. Not!
Anyway, it had been going on for... hours! (Time was
something else Penny wasn't bothering to monitor.)
Poor Penny didn't know how much more of this mechanical torture
she could take. She was seriously considering fainting,
swooning, passing out, or even developing an advanced case of
the vapors... but so so far her brain wasn't cooperating.
And worst of all, the only plans she was coming up with for
capturing Rada Grabhands involved stealing from Beebe's
extensive collection of pharmaceuticals suitable for rendering
kidnap targets unconscious. Dr. Bondage (and Aunt Suki)
had various formulations of "sleepy-gas" and quick-acting
anesthetics suitable for blowgun or pistol darts at their
disposal... but none of that stuff was available to Poor Penny
at Spooky Roget Manor. Of course, there was always the
possibility that Gwyn and Mandy would suddenly reveal themselves
to be highly trained ninja-kidnappers, but that was a fantasy,
not a plan. Anyway, Penny was getting nowhere...
Suddenly―Click! Thunk! Creeeeeee!―the chamber
door (with elaborate iron bands) opened and Penny turned her
gagged and sweaty head. Was Rada returning to the scene of
her crime for more gloating? Maybe Gwyn's mom was arriving
to give her another massage. Actually―"Mrrrf?"―and
surprisingly, it was Mandy, and she was alone and naked, but
neither bound nor gagged.
"I'm Luke Skywalker! I'm here to rescue you!" Mandy
proclaimed, then blushed and giggled. "I always wanted to
say that," she confessed.
Penny blinked at her smiling "rescuer." That was all very
well and good, but Penny had issues―Click-clunk!―like the
mechanical rack currently stretching her naked, glistening,
straining body to its very limit.
"Mrrrpfh!" ("Get on with it!")
"Sorry," Mandy chuckled, then scampered to the rack's control
panel. Penny noticed that her ginger savior had a ring of
keys in one hand and a folded piece of paper in the other.
Mandy unfolded and consulted the paper, shifted her green-eyed
stare to the panel, then back to the paper. "I think this
is the right one," she muttered.
Actually, Mandy was pulling Penny's chain (so to speak).
There was only one prominent T-shaped lever on the panel
labelled 'MASTER OFF.' "Wish me luck," Mandy sighed, then
threw the lever.
Penny's eyes widened. Wish YOU luck?
Apparently, Mandy had made the correct choice, because―Click-rattle-whirrr-thunk-click-clunk-snap!―the
rack returned Penny to the
unstretched/beginning/loosely-spreadeagled position... then
stopped moving completely.
Mandy sorted through the keys and unlocked both Penny's
suspension padlocks and the pillory, then unbuckled the cuffs,
lifted the pillory's the top beam, freeing her ankles, helped
the victim-of-the-rack sit up, then parted Penny's blond locks
and unbuckled and removed her ball-gag.
"That was not fun," Penny groused.
"I know," Mandy replied.
Penny turned to her rescuer with a quizzical expression, then
sighed. "Last summer?"
Mandy nodded. "Been there, done that." She took hold
of Penny's right hand. "Up you go."
With Mandy's help Penny managed to stand without her wobbly
knees collapsing out from under her. She was tingling all
over, especially in her joints, but wasn't particularly sore...
"Sauna," Mandy suggested (ordered).
"Sauna?" Penny inquired.
"It'll help." Mandy led her unsteady, sweaty, wincing
friend from the Auto-Rack Chamber. "And stop being
such a drama queen. It's only being tortured on
"Well excuse me!" Penny exclaimed as they
padded through the dungeon... then up the stairs... then across
the basement. They paused only long enough to clean their
feet at the deep-sink, not wanting to track dungeon-dirt all
over Bethany's carpets, then continued up the stairs to the
kitchen and on to the Massage/Sauna Room off the gym.
Mandy had planned ahead by powering up the sauna before her trek
to the dungeons to rescue her blond friend, so, after a quick
rinse under the shower, they opened the cedar door and were met
by a wall of hot, dry air. They used the sauna's bucket,
ladle, and wood-handled water faucet to wet an upper tier of
cedar benches, then reclined against sloping backrests in
"You sure I shouldn't be soaking in an ice bath?" Penny
Mandy smiled. "I know it doesn't seem like it right now,
but the Auto-Rack doesn't really stretch your joints to
the limit... just almost to the limit."
"That's easy for you to say," Penny muttered.
Mandy's smile took a wry twist. "Last summer, remember?"
"Oh," Penny conceded. "I guess it is easy for you
to say." She nodded at the cooler built into one of the
benches. "I don't suppose..."
"Yes, I stocked it," Mandy replied, then leaped down, opened the
lid, and tossed Penny an ice cold plastic bottle of "Cool
"Perfect!" Penny grinned, twisted off the cap, took a generous
chug of the blue beverage, then gasped! "Arrrgh!
"Serves you right," Mandy chuckled as she returned to her seat,
twisted the cap off a green bottle of "Lemon-Lime" Gatorade, and
took a careful, refreshing sip.
The two friends continued basking in the dry heat, replenishing
their electrolytes, and sweating like proverbial horses for
several minutes, then...
"Mandy?" Penny inquired.
"Penny?" Mandy replied.
"We need to talk."
Mandy smiled. "We are talking."
"Shut up. It's about Rada."
"The tall Norwegian who strips us naked and ties us up?" Mandy
"The very same," Penny solemnly confirmed, "although lately she
hasn't had to do much stripping."
"True that," Mandy agreed, then took a green sip from her now
nearly empty bottle.
Penny took a blue sip from her also nearly empty bottle before
continuing. "We need to do something about Rada."
Mandy drank the last of her Gatorade, restored the cap, set the
empty bottle next to her lightly freckled, glistening thigh on
the bench, then closed her eyes. "We're like a pair of
mice discussing how to put a bell on the cat," she sighed.
Penny smiled. "True that, but it needs doing. We
need to take her down."
Mandy opened one eye. "You're not having fun?"
Penny rolled her eyes. "I'm having a blast.
I just want to have different fun."
Mandy closed her eye, again. That sounds like my Penny.
"I'll think about it... meaning taking down the Norwegian
Penny chuckled. "'Norwegian Troll.' I like
that. Of course... we'll have to get Gwyn with the
"Positively," Mandy agreed.
"Yeah." Penny drank the last of her Gatorade,
restored the cap, and set her bottle next to her pale,
sweaty thigh. She then gazed at her ginger-haired
rescuer/friend... and frowned. "Are you getting more
freckles?" she demanded.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
night was delivery pizza. Penny supposed that was
reasonable. Rada couldn't be expected to cook elaborate
meals and torture Bethany's house-guests all day every
day. Even Norwegian Trolls need a break now and
then. And it was nice to discover the Roget's could let
their hair down and enjoy pizza and beer (and salad) without
making it a State Dinner with formal place settings and napkins
of fine linen.
Anyway, it was delivery pizza from an establishment that
emblazoned "Halcyon Lake Pizza" on their boxes, and it was
The name reminded Penny of something else. "Tell me about
this lake you guys went to for breakfast," she asked Bethany and
Gwyn. She pointed to one of the three large, slightly
greasy, open cardboard boxes on the table. "Is that
it? Halcyon Lake?"
"The same," Gwyn confirmed, then took a bite from her slice of
"Do they rent boats?" Penny inquired.
"Looking for something to row other than the Magic
Christian?" Mandy purred.
Penny rolled her eyes and took a bite of Pepperoni and Italian
Sausage, chewed, and swallowed. "Anything but the Magic
Christian." (Penny remembered that 'Magic Christian' was
the established nickname of the sinister, kinky, Jules Verne
rowing machine bolted to the floor of the Roget Manor Gymnasium
& Damsel Torturing Parlor.)
"I believe there is a place that rents canoes, kayaks,
and rowboats for fishing," Rada purred. She was dining
with the family (and Bethany's guests) as it was her night off
"But no slave galleys," Gwyn chuckled, smiling sweetly at Penny.
"Very funny," Penny huffed. By the way, she'd noticed Gwyn
and her mother exchanging what might be embarrassed looks all
evening, but had no idea why.
Rada was dressed in one of her black exercise outfits, which
apparently was her go-to look when she wasn't a Viking
Dominatrix. Bethany and Gwyn were in jeans and blouses,
and Penny and Mandy were in their birthday suits.
"Why?" Mandy inquired, looking at Penny.
"Why what?" Penny responded, then took a sip from her beer (Sam
"The lake," Mandy clarified.
Penny shrugged. "I thought it might be fun to see
something around here other than the dungeons."
"You don't like my dungeons?" Bethany chuckled. "Oh,
Penny. You wound me."
Penny smiled at her hostess. She couldn't help it.
"They're very nice dungeons. I was just hoping to
get out a little."
Gwyn and Mandy shook their heads while Bethany and Rada smiled.
"Hazing Week," Gwyn noted. "Remember?"
"Five days," Mandy added. "Hazing Week."
Penny was secretly thrilled to learn that her "Hazing Week"
would be a mere five days, as opposed to seven, but she still
wanted to get out a little.
Apparently, the others could tell Penny was disappointed.
"I know!" Mandy said, turning to Rada. "You could bind and
gag her, pop her in the trunk of one of the sedans, and take her
for a drive around the lake."
Rada smiled. Everyone smiled except Penny. "Maybe
she would like some company, Fox," Rada suggested. "Maybe
I bind and gag and pop you in the trunk as well."
"No thanks," Mandy responded, then took another bite of pizza.
The informal pizza feast continued without Penny being granted
even a temporary reprieve from Hazing Week... and she still
needed an opportunity to enlist (or conscript) Gwyn in her
conspiracy to take down Rada Grabhands, the Norwegian Troll.
|The Perils of Penny Parr