| by Van ©2019
Gwyn had just
placed her hand on the knob of her bedroom door and was about to
give it a turn―"Hisss!"―when she heard a snake-like sound
emanate from somewhere behind her back. She turned to find
Mandy and Penny creeping towards her down the semi-dark hallway
in an overtly clandestine and naked manner. She didn't
know which of her friends had made the serpentine remark, but it
was Penny who spoke next.
"We need to talk to you," the stealthy blonde whispered.
The equally stealthy ginger nodded in agreement.
"Uh, okay," Gwyn responded. "What about? Hey!"
Her clothing challenged friends had caught up with her and were
bodily forcing her through the now open door and into her
bedroom. "No need to―Mrrrpfh!"
Suddenly, Mandy had decided to do her best Rada imitation!
That is, the slightly taller ginger was pinning the slightly
shorter Gwyn's arms behind her back with her lightly-freckled
left arm while clamping her lightly-freckled right hand over
Gwyn's confused (and amused) mouth! Gwyn stamped a
sneaker-clad foot in a show of irritation―"Mrrrk!"―but decided
not to struggle.
Meanwhile, Penny made sure the bedroom door was solidly closed,
then turned and smiled at Gwyn and her redheaded captor.
"Okay, now we can talk."
Gwyn blinked her blue eyes. "Mrrrk?"
Penny shifted her blue eyes to Mandy and gave her a
Mandy blinked her green eyes. "What?" She then
smiled, gave a slightly chagrined shrug, and released her
"Well?" Gwyn huffed. "Go ahead and talk, already."
"First things first," Penny purred. "Do you have any
"Rope?" Gwyn blinked in surprise. "No. Why
should I have―Mrrrf!" Mandy's hand-gag was back in place,
sealing her lips.
"Liar," Mandy accused, then nodded towards Gwyn's titanic
bed. "Right nightstand. Bottom drawer."
"Mrrrm!" Gwyn complained as Mandy dragged her towards the
titanic bed in question.
Penny scampered ahead and pulled open the drawer in
question. "Eureka!" she proclaimed, and started pulling
out neatly bundled coils of black, ¼" (6 mm), hemp rope, and
tossing them on the neatly made bed. "How did you know?"
"She has a stash like that in her bedroom back at the
townhouse," Mandy explained.
"Oh." Penny then shifted to her most sinister smile,
padded forward, and began unbuttoning Gwyn's blouse.
Gwyn stared daggers at Penny, but still didn't put up a
fight. She'd been wearing the same sneakers, anklets,
jeans, blouse, bra, and panties she'd worn to the pizza feast
down in the informal dining room, but all too soon... she
wasn't. Her entire ensemble lay in a rumpled pile on the
floor and now the bedroom had three naked occupants.
Penny selected a bundle of black hemp rope, released the
retaining hitch and doubled the coil to find the center,
readying it for use in the traditional manner.
Mandy released her hand-gag, again, released Gwyn's elbows as
well, then spun the pouting brunette around and held her steady
(being the fierce, lightly-freckled, damsel handler and Rada
imitator that she was) while Penny set to work.
Again, Gwyn could have struggled, perhaps delivered a
swift kick between Mandy's legs, served Penny a knuckle
sandwich, and/or generally resisted, but she didn't. Being
a considerate damsel, she'd decided it was time to let her
friends have a little fun. She could continue to
pout, of course, and did.
When the metaphorical dust settled, Penny had demonstrated her
Advanced Rigging credentials by binding Gwyn in an
neatly stacked, cinched, and hitched bands of black hemp also
lashed Gwyn's upper-arms to her wrists and encircled her upper
torso from armpit-to-armpit, thus eliminating the possibility of
Gwyn somehow ducking her head or hands between her arms and
bringing her wrist-bonds within range of her teeth. Just
for purposes of general bitchiness, Penny had included Gwyn's
hands and thumbs in the tie.
Mandy and Penny stepped back and watched their friend (and soon
to be fellow anti-Rada conspirator) execute the expected and
required Courtesy Struggle.
"Oooh!" Gwyn complained, then focused her ire on Penny.
"Really? My thumbs?"
Penny smiled and shrugged. "You can never be too
careful." She turned to Mandy. "Don't you agree?"
"Oh, certainly," Mandy nodded.
"Assholes," Gwyn huffed, then resumed struggling. No
weaknesses in Penny's rigging efforts revealed themselves.
"Go use the Little Damsel's Room," Penny ordered, pointing
towards the elaborately carved door to the bedroom's attached
"I'll get the door," Mandy offered, then scampered ahead and did
so. The smile on her lightly-freckled face was infuriating...
to Gwyn. Penny thought it was a hoot.
Gwyn stomped (padded) into the bathroom and managed to use the
commode and its bidet function without Mandy's help. Then,
she stood perfectly still (and pouted) as Mandy used a scrub-pad
and gentle soap to scrub her face. Mandy also brushed her
teeth for her (seeing how she couldn't exactly do it for
herself), then escorted her back to the bedroom and towards the
Penny was waiting with more of the black hemp rope at the
ready. Gwyn was encouraged to recline on her bed, meaning
she was shoved onto the mattress by her alleged
friends. She landed with a hair-fluttering and
boob-wobbling bounce. Then, Penny lashed each of Gwyn's
ankles to their respective thighs in a classic frog-tie.
"Okay, now it's our turn," Penny chuckled, then took Mandy by
the hand. The blonde and ginger padded to the bathroom and
completed their evening toilettes.
Alone on the bed, Gwyn decided to continue testing her
bonds. It wasn't a difficult decision. Anyway, the
bonds passed. Gwyn failed.
Mission complete, Penny and Mandy bounded back into the bedroom
and gracefully reclined on the bed. Mandy was on Gwyn's
left and Penny on the naked, helpless, and manifestly
disenchanted brunette's right.
"Now then," Penny intoned, "I call this meeting of the
Fellowship of the Rope to order. Mandy giggled. Even
Gwyn couldn't help but smile. "Do I hear a motion to waive
the reading of the minutes of the last meeting?"
"Oh, shut up," Mandy chuckled, then smiled at Gwyn. "We're
going to get the drop on Rada and tie her up for a
change. You in?"
"She better be in," Penny huffed, "or she'll spend the
rest of her summer vacation bound and gagged in the back of her
"Hush," Mandy scolded Penny, then refocused on Gwyn.
Gwyn frowned. "Tie up Rada? Who are we, the mice
debating how to put a bell on the cat?"
Mandy giggled, then planted a kiss on Gwyn's startled
lips. "I said the same thing!"
"Whatever," Penny muttered, rolling her eyes, then directed a
grim stare at Gwyn. "Are. You. In?"
"Sure," Gwyn answered. "She owes me."
"Rada owes all of us," Penny intoned. "Now... how
do we collect?"
"That is the problem," Mandy noted.
The naked trio heaved simultaneous sighs, Penny and Mandy rolled
onto their backs, and all three stared up at the vaulted
ceiling, far overhead. Several seconds passed.
"I suppose I could ask Mother," Gwyn said finally.
Penny frowned. "Ask her what?"
"Ask her if she wants to join the Fellowship?" Mandy suggested.
Gwyn shuddered. "In the first place, yuk! In
the second place, I'll ask her to order Rada to let us
tie her up."
Penny was skeptical. "That'll work? It sounds too
Gwyn shrugged (or tried to, anyway). "It can't hurt to
ask. And Mom doesn't need to know what we'll do to her
trainer after we tie her up."
"What will we do to her?" Mandy asked.
"Stuff," Penny and Gwyn answered simultaneously.
Mandy nodded. "It can't hurt to ask. You think
she'll go for it?"
"Mother or Rada?" Gwyn inquired.
"Both," Mandy and Penny answered simultaneously.
"Probably." Gwyn sighed. "Maybe. It's all I
can think of at the moment, anyway. Okay, I'll ask her."
"It's a deal," Penny nodded. "I'd suggest we shake on it,
but under the circumstances..."
Mandy rolled onto her left side and smiled at her friends.
"We could do something else to seal the deal,"
Penny rolled onto her right side and smiled. "Such as?"
Mandy demonstrated that despite being lightly-freckled and cute,
she was also capable of an evil smile. "We could
offer a sacrifice to... The Great Tickle Monster?"
"What a truly despicable idea," Penny chuckled, then
rolled away, reached down, and rummaged in the bottom drawer of
the nightstand, once again.
Gwyn tugged on her bonds and glared at Mandy.
"Don't you dare touch me, you―Mrrrfh!" Penny had rolled
back, popped the black, silicon-rubber sphere of a ball-gag in
Gwyn's mouth, and with Mandy's help was tightening and buckling
the strap at the nape of her neck, under her dark, tousled
hair! Gwyn's wrist/hands/thumbs/upper-arm bonds
complicated matters, but an expert rigger like Penny was up to
the challenge. "Mrrrmpfh!"
And then, as if by telepathic agreement, Penny and Mandy each
draped a leg across Gwyn's frog-tied legs, splaying them apart
and pinning the unhappy brunette in place.
"Mrrrrfk!" Gwyn continued squirming and twisting, but it
was hopeless. She was helpless.
"I saw some feathers and a wand-style vibrator in the back of
the drawer," Penny said.
"There should also be one of those torpedoes with a clit-tickler
attachment in there somewhere," Mandy purred. "It was
there last summer, anyway." Her smile widened and her
green eyes sparkled. "But let's start with our fingers."
Penny smiled back and nodded. "Okay. After all,
we've got all night. And I figure whatever Rada has
planned for us in the morning, we can catch up on our sleep
during the inevitable languishing." She directed her
smiling gaze to Gwyn's pale, smooth, freshly shaved, left
armpit. "Maybe we should call this an 'armpit-tie,'" she
suggested. "The pits are so very vulnerable when
a damsel is tied this way."
Mandy's mouth puckered in the cute little pout Penny recognized
as her ginger friend's "academic moue," the expression she
reserved for pondering weighty problems.
"Hmmm..." Mandy focused her green eyes on infinity.
"AOH ties expose the armpits," she noted, then shifted her
learned gaze to Penny. "Arms Over Head?"
"I know what AOH means, doofus," Penny muttered.
Mandy's smile returned. "I've got it! We can use
AOH-dash-SU if the arms are Straight Up, and AOH-dash-BB if
they're Bent Back." Her moue returned. "Or maybe it
should be AOH-dash-EB, for Elbows Bent? Is that
better? More precise?" She noticed Penny's unamused,
borderline warning stare. "Armpit-tie it is," she
agreed quickly, then focused on Gwyn's semi-desperate,
ball-gagged face. "Agreed? 'Armpit-tie?'"
Gwyn's answer was to continue whining through her gag and
tugging on her "armpit-tie" bondage. What her friends were
about to do to her was cruel, wicked, and not at all nice!
"Armpits, boobs, ribs, stomach, thighs, and lady-bits," Penny
suggested (ordered). "But we need to mix things up by
constantly choosing different targets. We don't want to
"Oh, certainly not," Mandy agreed. "Symmetry is boring...
and more importantly, predictable. Asymmetry rules!"
"I'll start with her left pit," Penny purred, "and you start
with her right ribs. After that... we'll play it by ear."
"It's a plan," Mandy agreed.
And the tickling commenced!
Penny and Mandy had a blast. As for Gwyn... not so
much. And as to whether or not The Great Tickle Monster
accepted their sacrifice and decided to grant her teasing,
titillating, and scintillating favor to the Fellowship of the
Rope... only time would tell.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
dressed in one of her classic exercise/stalking/kidnapping
outfits: sneaker-boots, socks, skintight exercise pants, sports
bra, and fleece vest, all in midnight-black. The nylon
duffel holding the morning's required equipment and supplies was
slung against her back by its shoulder strap. The bag was
It was before dawn, but in her current location, the position of
the sun relative to the theoretical horizon was
irrelevant. Rada was silently making her way down a
perpetually dark, narrow, windowless corridor that was part of
Roget Manor's twisting, turning labyrinth of secret
passageways. She wasn't bumping into things for two
reasons: (1.) there weren't a lot of "things" to bump into, and
(2.) a few photons of light were available, thanks to regularly
spaced but widely separated LEDs feebly shining from the
ceiling. She passed alcoves that acted as covert spying
stations. Each had an eye-level peephole, all of which
were well camouflaged on the non-secret, "normal" side of the
mansion. Given the manor's over-the-top Gothic decor,
hiding peep-holes wasn't exactly a challenge. Many of the
alcoves also included secret and equally well-camouflaged doors.
Rada arrived at the alcove leading to her first destination: the
bedroom of Gwyn Roget, her precious little Valp.
She peered through the peephole. Not all the peepholes in
the manor were equipped with built-in low-light cameras, but
Gwyn's bedroom peephole was. Rada's smile widened.
She'd been suddenly reminded of an old adage: no kidnapping plan
survives contact with the damsel, or in this case damsels,
All three of Rada's targets―all three of the
youngsters―Gwyn, Mandy, and Penny―were lying together on Gwyn's
gigantic bed. Rada liked a good challenge, and while
three-against-one were daunting odds, she could clearly see
through the light-amplified peephole that Gwyn was
prepackaged. That is, while the bedclothes and her two
bedfellows partially obscured Rada's view, she could see that
the daughter of the household was bound and gagged! The
odds weren't three-against-one after all, but two-against-one,
and the mighty Rada Nørgaard was the one! No problem.
Rada triggered the latch securing the secret door... eased it
open on its silent hinges... crept into the bedroom... then
eased the door closed and made sure the latch caught. She
then crept to the bed. All three targets were fast asleep,
including the prepackaged Gwyn... limbs sprawled and bodies
intertwined like a trio of slumbering kittens (not counting the
bound and gagged Gwyn). Best to start with Kattunge,
the feisty one, Rada decided, eased the duffel off her
shoulder, and slowly, silently, opened its main zipper.
She selected a ball-gag (black, silicon-rubber mouth-plug, black
leather strap, steel hardware) and a coil of black hemp rope,
readied the rope for use... and pounced!
"What the―Hey!" Penny was rudely awakened by rope
tightening around her crossed wrists, behind her back! She
blinked, tossed her head in a vain attempt to free her tousled
blond hair from her face, and stared at Mandy. The redhead
was sitting up in bed on the other side of Gwyn. Penny
looked over her shoulder―Rada!―then turned back to
Mandy. "Don't just sit there!" she chided the staring,
blinking, obviously still half-awake ginger. "Jump her!"
"W-what?" Mandy muttered. She had her own face-blocking
hair to deal with.
Meanwhile, Rada had finished binding Penny's crossed wrists and
was tightening loops of rope around the squirming little
blonde's waist, pinning her bound wrists against the small of
her back, just above her pale, firm, dimpled butt.
"Ooooh!" Penny complained, managed to blow an errant lock of
hair from her face, and glared at Mandy. "Do
something! Now! Mrrrmpfh!" Rada's ball-gag had
cut off whatever else Penny was going to say. She
continued squirming and fighting as Rada parted her hair, pulled
the ball-gag's strap tight, and secured its buckle at
the nape of her neck.
Rada took a step back and smiled down at the bed. Penny
had rolled onto her side and was staring wickedly sharp but
pathetically ineffectual imaginary daggers in her
direction. Gwyn was gagged with a ball-gag, tied with her
arms raised and folded back behind her head, and her knees bent
and legs frog-tied. Her blue eyes were wide with
alarm. Mandy was still blinking in sleepy confusion,
combing her ginger hair with her lightly-freckled fingers, and
showing no signs that she was about to do anything else (like
jump the smiling and totally prepared Rada).
"Wise choice, Fox," Rada purred, focusing her smile on
Mandy. She then picked up the duffel, stepped around the
bed, dropped the duffel, again, pulled a coil of black rope from
the duffel, and prepared it for use.
Mandy scrambled to her feet and took a few slow, barefoot steps
away from the bed. Her green eyes were still blinking and
her worried gaze was locked on the approaching predator.
Finally, when Rada loomed close, she heaved a resigned, truly
tragic sigh, turned her back, and crossed her wrists at the
small of her back.
Her back to the bed, Rada tightened the first loop around
Mandy's wrists, then continued binding the distressed but
cooperative redhead. Make that semi-cooperative
redhead. Mandy had tried taking another step away.
"Stand still," Rada ordered, and Mandy contritely padded
(Only later did Rada realize she'd failed to notice the way
Mandy had maneuvered her into turning her back on the bed, then
continued making herself the full focus of Rada's
attention. Maybe the ginger cutie hadn't been quite as
half-awake as she'd seemed at the time.)
Rada finished binding Mandy's crossed wrists with her usual
competence and added a belly-rope, just as she had with
Penny. Then, one hand on Mandy's bound hands to make sure
she stayed put, Rada stooped and pulled another coil of black
rope from the duffel. She then crafted a
figure-eight-upper-body-harness. It yoked Mandy's
shoulders, looped around and met between her lightly-freckled
breasts, pinned her upper arms to her sides, tucked under the
belly-rope in front, then dove between the fidgeting redhead's
labia and butt-cheeks to add a crotch-rope element. Next,
she hitched the rope around Mandy's wrist-bonds, stretched it up
to the shoulder-yoke at the nape of the redhead's neck, and
pulled out the slack.
"Eeep!" This elicited a squeal and a delicate shudder from
the ginger captive.
Rada tied the final knot and Mandy's upper-body-bonds were now a
flesh-dimpling, inescapable, unified whole. She admired
her work for a few seconds, then pulled another coil of black
rope from the duffel and turned back to the bed, intending to
amplify and enhance Penny's wrist-and-belly-bonds in exactly the
There was only one problem: Penny was gone! Gwyn was alone
on the bed! And oh-by-the-way, the bedroom door that led
to the hallway and the rest of the mansion was ajar!
Rada's cute little bound and gagged Kattunge had flown
the coop! Vamoosed! Scrammed!
Skedaddled! Absconded with herself!
Rada heaved a sigh, then her smile returned. The manor's
sophisticated security system was armed, meaning all the
exterior doors―front, side, back, patio, pool, etc., etc.―were
physically locked and were being electronically
monitored, inside and out. If any naked, bound, and
ball-gagged fugitives tried rattling one of the doorknobs, the
iPhone in Rada's vest pocket would inform her instantly and
tell her exactly where the event was happening. Penny
would not be escaping from the mansion, and Rada had
plenty of time to tie up the loose end in Gwyn's bedroom.
"On the bed, Fox," Rada ordered, and Mandy―the loose end in
question―padded to the bed and flopped down.
"Oh! Hey! Rada! No! Don't! Rada!"
Rada had arranged Mandy on her stomach with her sputtering,
protesting head directly between Gwyn's frog-tied legs!
There was a flurry of tightening rope, cinches tightened and
knots were tied, and Mandy found herself hogtied with her ankles
crossed, knees splayed, and her face uncomfortably close to
Gwyn's crotch! Rada had also hitched Mandy's
upper-body-bonds through Gwyn's frog-tie-bonds, thus making sure
the captives couldn't squirm apart!
At the moment, Mandy was managing to keep her face hovering
above Gwyn's pussy, but only by straining her neck
muscles. If she relaxed, her nose would rest in Gwyn's
dark, curly, neatly trimmed pubic bush and her lips would be
against her friend's labia!
Gwyn squirmed (carefully). Mandy squirmed
(carefully). Rada smiled (gloatingly) and zipped closed
the zipper of her duffel and slung it across her back.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," The tall Norwegian purred,
then spun on her heel and exited the bedroom. Rada had a
fugitive to recapture. This was turning out to be an especially
Gwyn and Mandy heard the click as the bedroom door's
lock engaged. Mandy stared up across Gwyn's tummy and
breasts, Gwyn stared down across her breasts and tummy at Mandy,
and their blue and green eyes locked.
Mandy swallowed, nervously. "Ya think she knows about us?"
"Mrrrf!" Gwyn replied. ("How the hell would I know?")
"I mean, we're careful," Mandy continued, "or try to
be, but ya think she knows?"
Gwyn rolled her eyes and heaved a ball-gagged sigh.
"My neck is getting sore," Mandy stated.
"Mrrrf!" Gwyn warned. ("Don't you dare!")
Mandy heaved a sigh (stirring a few curls of Gwyn's dark
bush). "It's not like any of this is my fault,"
she muttered. The captives had a little wiggle-room,
but wiggling would cause its own problems, like Gwyn's thighs
brushing against Mandy's ears, or Mandy's chin prodding Gwyn's
Eventually, Mandy knew her neck muscles would give out and she'd
have no choice but to rest her face on her friend's
crotch. Might as well do it now, she reasoned,
before my neck and shoulders are sore as hell.
"Sorry," Mandy sighed, then lowered her lightly-freckled face
onto the crotch in question.
"Mrrr!" Gwyn complained, but she knew it was true. Neither
of them had any real choice in the matter, and neither of them
were at fault. This was Rada's doing!
|The Perils of Penny Parr
Penny thought as she scampered down the hallway, a chance to
explore the manor! She didn't know how much time
she'd have before Rada Grabhands the Norwegian Troll realized
Brave Little Penny Parr wasn't lying on Gwyn's bed and patiently
waiting for the elaborate and possibly erotic adventure that
would be Day Three of her Hazing Week to commence. Penny
had to put as much distance between herself and Gwyn's bedroom
as she could, as quickly as she could.
That said, and not wanting to break her neck, Penny slowed as
she came to the Grand Staircase leading to the Grand Entryway
and descended to the ground floor. It stood to reason that
most, if not all, of the upstairs rooms were bedrooms, servants'
quarters, closets, rope storerooms, cubbyholes in which to stash
bound and gagged maids, etc., all of which would be dead
ends. And while some of the rooms were suites,
meaning a handful of connected rooms, there were probably no interconnections
to the rest of the floor. The first floor, on the other
hand, had many interconnections and would improve
Penny's chances of staying ahead of Rada, and eventually
doubling back on her attacker, padding back upstairs, finding
wherever Rada had stashed Gwyn and Mandy, and the three of them
somehow untying each other.
Penny ducked into a sitting room, paused, and listened.
Silence. Rada's sneakers weren't thumping on the stairs in
pursuit. The giant amazon might be creeping... or
descending via one of the back staircases... or tiptoeing down a
theoretical spiral staircase in the mansion's theoretical secret
passageways, but for now... Silence.
Bethany, Penny thought. I also have to
keep an eye and ear out for Bethany. Penny supposed
she could try throwing herself on the mercy of the
Mistress of the Manor, but at best that would probably result in
no more than a reduction in her sentence. She seriously
doubted Bethany would free her completely, invite her to a
celebratory breakfast, and magnanimously cancel the rest of
Hazing Week. Bethany might order Rada to go easy
on her―maybe something like tying her up even further and
incarcerating her in a dungeon cell for the rest of the day―as
opposed to strapping her to whatever nightmare-inducing torture
engine had been next on Rada's checklist.
No, it was best to avoid Rada and Bethany.
The nude, bound, and gagged fugitive slowed to a stately,
silent, naked, bound, and ball-gagged stroll and padded across
the sitting room to a closed door. She turned the knob...
slowly and silently opened the door... cautiously gazed into the
room beyond... and found it to be another sitting room. The
sitting room has a sitting room? Penny shrugged her
bare shoulders and padded into the sitting room's sitting
room. There was another elaborately carved door... and it
led to a hallway similar to the hallways upstairs. Now the
double sitting rooms made sense (sort of). One sitting
room was off the main hall way, the other was off a side
hallway, and they were connected for convenience.
Still listening for sounds of pursuit (or for Bethany on her way
to the kitchen for her morning coffee), Penny padded down the
side hallway, randomly opened one of the doors... and found a
cozy library/reading room. The walls were lined with
elaborately carved bookshelves with rolling ladders, there was a
table with a comfortable straight chair, and a pair of
overstuffed easy chairs (with ottomans). And the space
qualified as "cozy" because the shelves only held a few hundred
leather-bound tomes and there was seating for no more than three
scholars or recreational-readers. Penny was sure that
eventually she'd come to the manor's main library, with
several thousand books and a dozen or more easy chairs,
sofas, chase lounges, etc., but this wasn't it.
Across the mini-library was another open doorway... which led to
another hallway... and at the end of the hall Penny recognized a
white marble statue of a naked, Greco-Roman maiden posing in a
full set of slave-chains (typical Victorian/Edwardian bondage
porn for the upper classes), and in her mind a large chunk of
the manor's layout suddenly snapped into place. Penny
already knew the relative positions of the indoor pool,
massage/sauna chamber, the gym/torture parlor, kitchen, two
dining rooms, the Grand Entryway, and the Grand Staircase, and
now she could add her current position and the rooms and
hallways she'd just visited. There had to be something
like a hundred or more rooms she still hadn't visited, of
course, but a rough mental sketch of the overall floor plan was
A thorough exploration would have to wait (along with chart
making, detailed note-taking, cross-referencing everything with
the building plans archived at city hall, etc.) For one
thing, Penny had misplaced her theodolite. For another,
she was naked, bound, gagged, and on the lam from Rada.
Evading Rada Grabhands remained Penny's first priority―and the
Norwegian Troll had to be on her trail by this time.
Penny silently padded down the hallway, heading for the indoor
pool and an open doorway she'd noticed on the far side she
thought might lead to the garage and/or an as yet
unvisited wing of Spooky Roget Manor. There was still no
sign of pursuit, and―"Mrrrf!"―a black cloth bag had suddenly
dropped over her ball-gagged head and its drawstring pulled
tight (but not too tight) around her neck!
Rats! Rada! ...or is it Bethany?
Penny found she could still breathe, but she could see
nothing... other than phantom stars and half-formed, negative
images flashing before her blinking, suddenly sightless
eyes. She kicked and turned and twisted and kicked again,
but whoever had done the deed had stepped back beyond the range
of her bare feet and legs and seemed to be content to watch her
flail around―which, as far as Penny was concerned, was more
evidence that her captor was Rada. Rada was into gloating.
Finally, Penny stopped struggling and stomped her right
foot. "Mrrrf!" ("Get on with it!")
"Naughty Kattunge," Rada chuckled. "You know you
can't escape. Why did you even try?"
Either Bethany's standup repertoire included a stunningly good
and hitherto unsuspected Rada imitation, or the Norwegian Troll
was her captor... or is it re-captor?
In any case, Penny was facing the wrong way. She turned to
face the unseen source of the gloating voice, and repeated her
ball-gagged complaint and emphatic foot stomp.
Rada gloated for a few more seconds (Penny assumed) then
"Nrrrmfk!" Penny had been shoved against a wall and
someone tall and strong―(like Rada, maybe?)―was
leaning close, too close for Penny to effectively kick or
otherwise fight back, and―"MRRRF!"―something hard, metallic, and
unkind had just pinched Penny's right
nipple―"MRRRK!"―followed by her left nipple! Rada
stepped back and Penny was free to twist and squirm and explore
her new predicament, which was naked, bound, ball-gagged,
head-bagged, and with what she was 99% sure was a pair of clover
clamps pinching her nipples! And by the accompanying
metallic tinkling, flopping, and swaying, the clamps had the
usual lightweight connecting chain of nested steel links.
Clearly, if there was ever a time for a complete freakout, this
"Mrrrf! Nrrrm! Mpfhmmmf! Mrrrkrmfh!
MRRRRRRRF! ... Mrrrk! ... Mrrr."
Penny's last mewl was more of a whine than an angry expletive,
and was accompanied by another foot stomp, only this time it was
decidedly slow, weak, and pathetic, as opposed to quick,
powerful, and irate.
"Poor Kattunge," Rada purred, then hooked a finger
around the nipple clamps' connecting chain and led Penny away.
As far as nipple jewelry was concerned, this was not Penny's
first rodeo. Far from it. Aunt Suki was a big fan
of clover-clamps. Also, the clamps currently squeezing
Penny's nips were an irritation and nothing like real torture.
Penny'd been surprised. That was her excuse for
freaking out. (That's what she told herself,
anyway.) The clamps burned... but they didn't
exactly hurt. Also... they were humiliating... and
intimidating. And this was an ominous escalation of Summer
Penny scampered in Rada's wake, highly motivated to keep pace
with her tall Norwegian captor, despite Rada's longer
stride. According to Penny's tentative mental map of the
manor, they might be heading for the kitchen.
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inserted her master-key in the lock of her daughter's bedroom
door―slowly, silently turned the lock―slowly, silently eased the
door open―gazed at the unfolding drama on the bed―and the
Mistress of the Manor smiled (and blushed).
Rada had awakened Bethany in her bed and informed her (in the
most general terms) that she had tied up "Valp" and
"Fox" in Valp's bedroom and the little dears required
rescuing. She'd then sauntered off in pursuit of "Kattunge"
... who apparently had escaped. Imagine that.
Bethany stared at the closing bedroom door... decided she hadn't
been dreaming... then climbed from bed, made a quick visit to
her bathroom, shrugged into the gauze-thin, frilly robe that
matched her gauze-thin, frilly nightie, stepped into a pair of
fuzzy slippers, cinched the robe, and headed for Gwyn's bedroom.
And here she was, her blue eyes wide and staring, her cheeks
blushing rose-red, and doing her best to suppress the smile
curling her lips.
Her little Elf was flat on her back on her bed, naked, with her
arms raised and tied behind her head, her legs frog-tied, and a
ball-gag plugging her mouth.
Mandy was also on the bed, also naked, and hogtied on her
There was one more minor detail: Mandy's head was between Gwyn's
splayed legs and was bobbing and squirming. Mandy's
tousled ginger hair partially blocked Bethany's view, but it was
clear what was happening: Cunnilingus!
Bethany did her best to compose herself (while Mandy continued
licking and probing her daughter's pussy with her tongue), then
silently strolled to the bedside.
Gwyn's eyes were clenched tightly closed and she was grimacing,
sweating, and panting around her ball-gag. Her nipples
were fully erect. Meanwhile, Mandy was concentrating on
the task at hand (meaning at tongue). Both naked,
sweating, and helplessly bound occupants of the bed were
oblivious to Bethany's presence. She watched... for
several seconds. Young love, she sighed.
Apparently, Bethany's sigh had been loud enough to attract
attention. Gwyn was frozen in her bonds, blushing, and
staring up at her smiling mother in abject horror!
Mandy was frozen in the act of licking Gwyn's labia and was also
blushing and staring up at Bethany in abject horror!
"Goodness," Bethany purred, then ignored the now wiggling and
clearly very mortified duo on the bed and set to work.
Soon (meaning eventually), Gwyn was completely untied.
Bethany watched as her daughter reached behind her head and
unbuckled and removed her ball-gag.
Mandy was still hogtied and noted that Bethany was making no
move to rectify the situation.
"I take it you two are an item?" Bethany inquired.
"It's Rada's fault!" the naked youngsters exclaimed in unison.
"Don't dodge the question," Bethany purred. She was still
blushing (a little), but was also clearly in
charge. After all, she was both the mother and the
only one wearing clothes.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Gwyn sighed (and blushed). "I know
you want grandchildren, but..."
"Silly Elf," Bethany chuckled, leaned close, and planted a kiss
on her daughter's bright pink left cheek. "This is the
21st century. Even if Mandy is the love of your
life... there are options available."
Mandy was biting her lower lip and had solemnly decided not to
contribute to the conversation at this time.
Unfortunately, crawling under a rock to give the Roget Girls a
little privacy was not an option.
"Do we really need to talk about this now?" Gwyn whined.
"No, we don't," Bethany laughed, then planted a kiss on Mandy's
blushing cheek. "I need a shower, and some breakfast."
Gwyn and Mandy watched Bethany stroll from the bedroom, closing
the door behind her. They then gazed at each other, blue
eyes gazing into green and vice versa.
"Sorry I got carried away," Mandy said in a near whisper.
"No you're not!" Gwyn huffed, then grabbed the ball gag and
crawled across the bed to her hogtied, ginger friend.
Mandy had a good idea what was coming. "Uh... we gonna get
breakfast too? Gwyn! Mrrrfh!" The ball-gag
(still wet with Gwyn's saliva) was now plugging her mouth!
"Breakfast? Eventually," Gwyn confirmed, "but not right
now." She parted Mandy's hair and buckled the ball-gag's
strap tight at the nape of her neck. Gwyn's
former bonds were still a tangled pile on the bed, so she had
plenty of black rope to work with when she set to work on the
task at hand, which, apparently, was lashing Mandy to the
bed. The ginger's hogtie remained intact, as did the
majority of her upper-body-bonds; however, the crotch-rope
element was a notable exception. It was untied.
Soon, the naked, squirming, and still blushing Mandy was on her
back with her knees bent, legs splayed, and several taut,
doubled strands of hemp keeping her that way. Needless to
say, her lightly-freckled thighs, lady-bits, and neatly trimmed
pubic bush were extremely vulnerable and on full
As it turned out, Gwyn's huge, Gothic, elaborately carved bed
frame had a great many convenient, perfectly positioned, and
cleverly camouflaged lashing points, and that included the
side-rails. Go figure.
Mandy tested her new predicament as Gwyn positioned herself
between her widely separated legs, then cringed when
Gwyn placed her hands on her lightly-freckled thighs.
"We will discuss the shameless way you took advantage
of Rada's inexcusable cruelty and blatantly embarrassed
me in front of my mother," Gwyn decreed. "But
first..." She settled onto her stomach and scooted forward
until her face was hovering above Mandy's pussy. "I have
some catching up to do."
And she did.
And there was nothing Mandy could do to stop her.
(And Mandy didn't really want to stop her.)
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