| by Van ©2019
Penny's current estimate of the distance between her
clover-clamped nipples and the pendulum blade at the lowest
point of its swing was... 1¾" (±¼")! The precision
of her estimates had improved as the gap closed, but she'd just
as soon everything was still vague, imprecise and comfortably
distant, like in the good-old-days, when the blade was tens
of inches above her naked, spreadeagled, ball-gagged, and
increasingly hot, bothered, and sweaty self. But that was
And this was now! And the blade was sweeping ever
closer to her nips! All things considered, now
would be a good time for Rada to reappear and rescue her―even
though the tall, tan, strong, beautiful, and wonderful Norwegian
blonde was the Sadistic Villainess who'd put her here in the
first place, chained to the table with the Blade of Doom
swinging overhead (or overboob, as the case may
be). I'm a reasonable person, Penny thought, using
that modest portion of her psyche not preoccupied with her
eminent, horrible demise and/or FREAKING OUT in total
panic. Forgive and forget, that's my motto!
And when I really think about it, Penny decided, now
would be an EXCELLENT time for Rada to reappear and rescue me!
She was panting around her ball-gag and her sweaty,
clover-clamped boobs were heaving as she weakly tugged on her
steel manacles and kicking against her steel shackles,
more-or-less nonstop. The rest of her was also sweaty...
not just her boobs. This was not how Penny had
expected her Roget Manor Summer Vacation (or her young life)
Penny blinked the sweat from her wide, desperate, blue
eyes. Uh... what just happened? Actually,
Penny knew exactly what had just happened.
THE PENDULUM HAD STOPPED SWINGING!!
More precisely, the clamp that had prevented the shaft from
swinging at the beginning of Penny's fun-time-torture-ordeal had
swung down on a hinged, pivoting bracket, grabbed the shaft,
snapped shut, and stopped it from completing its latest
swing! (Or was it stopped it from starting the next
So... Yippee? Yes, Penny solemnly decided,
definitely yippee. She relaxed in her bonds, but
continued panting and sweating. Yippee!
"The mechanism actually has three separate and independent
safety subsystems," a now familiar and decidedly sexy voice
(with a trace of a singsong Norwegian accent) announced from
somewhere behind Penny's ball-gagged head.
Penny flinched, lifted her saliva-dripping chin, rolled back her
head, and blinked her blue eyes. The speaker was Rada, of
course. How did she get in here? Penny
wondered, continuing to blink. How did I miss the
click of the chamber door being unlocked, the thunk
of the bolt being drawn, and the creeeee of the rusty
hinges. 'Click-thunk-creeeee.' It happens every
time a door opens down here. It's a feature. The
Rogets probably paid the builder extra money to make sure
it happens. Meanwhile, Rada had strolled to Penny's
right, making it easier for her to be seen from the table.
That also brought the no-longer-swinging but still glinting
pendulum blade back into view. Oh, that's right,
Penny remembered. I was preoccupied.
Penny watched as Rada produced a large, heavy, steel locking-pin
from somewhere and slid it through a pair of holes in the front
end of the clamp, apparently as an added safety
precaution. Penny approved. As far as the Pendulum
of Doom was concerned, Penny was very much in favor of
added safety precautions.
Oh-by-the-way, Rada was completely and gloriously nude.
She was also still overly-tall, overly-strong, overly-gorgeous,
and smiling. What's that about? Penny
wondered, meaning Rada's lack of spandex exercise togs or sexy
leather Viking Dominatrix attire. Anyway, Rada was a
vision of blond, statuesque, Nordic beauty, and Penny wanted to
kill her! The pathetically helpless
Victim-of-the-Pendulum-Gizmo tugged on her steel bonds,
continued sweating and panting, and augmented her performance
with a staggeringly hostile stare and a muffled string of
Rada smiled, ignoring Penny's gagged tirade. "As I was
saying, three separate and independent safety subsystems."
She pointed upwards, indicating three different sections of the
mechanism as she spoke. "The first is a steel
locking-bracket that engages the upper end of the shaft... the
second is a spring-loaded cam-block that snaps into place and
locks the main gear... and the third is the clamp-assembly
restraining the lower shaft." She returned her smile to
Penny. "It's perfectly safe, you see?"
Yes, yes, I see, Penny silently fumed, still glowering,
sweating, and panting. I knew it all along. But
I'm still gonna murderize your tall,
gorgeous, Norwegian ass!
"And surely you noticed the bloodstains and score marks on the
table's surface," Rada continued, "by which I mean the complete
absence of bloodstains and score marks on the table's
surface? Understand? It's like the 'curious incident
of the dog in the night-time' in that Sherlock Holmes
story. The dog's conspicuous lack of barking?"
I knew that! Penny thought, glaring up at her tall,
gorgeous, nude tormentor... then heaved a frustrated sigh.
Actually, I didn't, she silently admitted, meaning the
lack of score marks and bloodstains on the table and the
various safety mechanisms, not the Sherlock Holmes
reference. Penny had read all of Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle's stories. The viewing angle is wrong.
Yeah. That's it. The viewing angle is wrong.
That's why I didn't see the stuff that wasn't there and the
safety stuff. And don't call me 'Shirley!'
Penny heaved another frustrated sigh. Airplane
jokes? I really do need to work up some fresh material.
"Mrrr!" Penny demanded (sort of).
Rada's gloating smile continued. "You want something, Kattunge?"
"Mrrr!" Penny reiterated.
Rada leaned forward, turned Penny's head, parted her tousled,
sweat-dampened hair, released the ball-gag's strap, rebuckled it
on its first hole, then stood erect.
Penny glared at Rada as she worked her jaw and used her
tongue to force the black, silicon-rubber ball from her
mouth. The saliva-dripping sphere rolled over her chin,
dropped, and the ball-gag became a necklace.
"Get me off of this table so I can kill you!" Penny
growled. Actually, it was more of a croak than a
growl. Her throat was dry.
Still smiling, Rada set about doing just that. She reached
behind her right ear and produced a small key, then worked her
way completely around the table, unlocking Penny's right
manacle... right shackle... left shackle... and left manacle.
Penny sat up on the hard, slightly sweat-stained but neither
scored nor bloodstained table and continued glaring.
"Which do you want first?" she huffed (dryly), "a black eye, a
boob slap, or a kick between the legs?"
Rada laughed, then scooped Penny into her arms.
"Hey!" Penny complained, but, despite her harsh rhetoric, didn't
squirm, thrash, or start throwing punches. She did
continue to glare, of course. She also reached up and
helped steady her sweaty, slippery self in Rada's arms by
draping her right arm across the Norwegian Troll's left
shoulder. "I hate you!" she muttered, resting her head
against Rada's breasts and heaving a sigh.
"I know," Rada chuckled, still smiling. "A quick,
refreshing shower is what you need," she prescribed as she
carried Penny from the Pendulum Gizmo Chamber, down the dungeon
corridor, and towards the basement stairs, "followed by a
full-body massage inside a nice hot sauna,"
Penny lifted her head and stared daggers at her grinning
captor/rescuer. "So," she said (dryly). "More
Rada chuckled and the journey upstairs continued. They
paused in the kitchen to open the refrigerator door so Penny
could reach out and lift a small bottle of spring water from a
shelf. It was a joint effort. Rada continued
cradling Penny in her arms and Penny did the reaching and
Penny also did the drinking. She cracked the cap and took
a long swing as the journey to the sauna resumed. "Ahhh!"
she gasped, "That really hit the spot." Penny then
remembered she was incredibly and justifiably angry, restored
the cap, and resumed furiously glaring at her smiling, naked
|The Perils of Penny Parr
The search for
Gwyn's hiding place quickly became an onerous task. The
searchers in question were Mandy and Bethany, of course, and
Rada hadn't made their task very easy. They were naked and
side-by-side. Their adjacent arms were behind their backs
and tightly encased in a black-leather, single-sleeve armbinder
from their fingertips to their mid upper-arms. Their
adjacent legs were bound together with padded leather cuffs on
their ankles and a leather strap around their lower
thighs. Leather Gwen-hoods and collars covered their heads
and were buckled around their necks. And finally, there
were ball-gags and Elastoplast tape-gags hidden under the hoods,
so aside from sighing and grunting, meaningful conversation was
at an absolute minimum. They were like contestants in a
decidedly kinky three-legged footrace at a decidedly kinky
Mandy and Bethany's outer arms and legs were completely free,
and having the unbound legs made "walking" significantly
easier. Also, the free arms, hands, and fingers made it possible for them to grope for and
release the cleverly hidden latches that secured each of the
manor's many secret cubbyholes as they searched for Gwyn, the
"prize" in Rada's perverted scavenger hunt.
Unfortunately, Rada had deployed a plethora of mini-padlocks to
lock each and every buckle of the searchers' restraints, so
their free hands were useless for purposes of freeing
Rada had explained that Gwyn was bound and gagged and
sequestered in a secret cubbyhole somewhere in the manor, but not
in the dungeons and basement or any of the
outbuildings. Rada might be lying, of course. Gwyn
could be relaxing in the pool house lounge, for all they knew,
sipping sodas, reading a trashy novel, and not bound or gagged
in any way, but the "seekers" couldn't take that chance.
Besides... Rada not taking advantage of an opportunity
to bind and gag Gwyn, her precious little Valp?
Unthinkable. Gwyn was bound and gagged and secreted away
and needed rescuing. Mandy and Bethany were sure of it...
so they searched.
They'd already opened and eliminated more than a score of hiding
places, including closets and store rooms that were not secret
cubbyholes. So far, no Gwyn.
Mandy had already known about some of the cubbyholes from last
year's summer vacation. She'd spent quality time naked,
bound, and gagged inside a handful of them, but she had no idea
Roget Manor had this many secret hiding places.
It was... amazing? Sure, why not? Mandy silently
decided. It's 'amazing'... as opposed to
over-the-top-excessively-kinky. This entire place is
Way-too-many-secret-cubby-holes is just sprinkles on the
Accompanied by the tinkling rattle of swinging and swaying
mini-padlocks, the seekers visited room after room and opened
cubbyhole after cubbyhole. Still no Gwyn.
There were only a few more spaces they could check on the first
floor... then it would be up the stairs and on to the second
Suddenly, Rada came into view, striding down the main hallway
connecting the kitchen with the gym area. She was naked
(like the last time the seekers had seen her, at the start of
the "game"), and she was carrying an equally naked Penny in her
arms. Penny had a ball-gag around her neck, in
necklace-mode, and was sipping from a bottle of spring
water. She was also blinking and gazing at Mandy and
Bethany in wide-eyed curiosity. To the seeker's great
surprise, Penny wasn't bound in any way, not with rope, leather,
steel chains, thin cord, or anything. Go figure.
"Oh, for crying out loud, ladies," Rada chuckled as she passed
the seekers and continued towards the gym. "You are too
slow. She's in the attic."
"Huh? What?" Penny sputtered, looking back at the
Mandy/Bethany-three-legged-double-damsel over Rada's shoulder.
Then, Rada and her petite and not bound and gagged
burden were gone.
Mandy and Bethany heaved a ball-gagged, tape-gagged, and
Gwen-hooded sigh, then headed for the stairs. Actually, in
a bit of Three Stooges-style slapstick, they briefly headed in
two different directions: Mandy for the manor's Grand Staircase,
and Bethany for the nearest set of service stairs.
Needless to say, neither of them got very far.
"Mrrrmfh!" Bethany ordered, nodding her hooded head. ("This
"Mr'rrr," Mandy sighed. ("Yes, ma'am.")
The seekers "walked" away. By this time, they'd developed
a reasonably efficient tripod gait. It did grind
their hips together, but it wasn't too bad. A little
sweaty, but not too bad.
They came to the service stairs and slowly started up.
Bethany kept a firm grip on the handrail and Mandy's fingers
brushed the opposite wall, ready to brace them if they started
losing their balance. So far, so good.
Mandy had to admit, Bethany's choice of the service stairs was
probably a better option than the Grand Staircase.
Marginally safer, possibly.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
Rada and Penny
arrived at the sauna area and the tall, strong, tan, Norwegian
blonde carried the petite, sweaty, pale, American blonde across
the space and directly under the shower, then pressed the
appropriate virtual button of the shower's tiny, waterproof
"Eeep! Rada!" Penny yelped as a cascade of ice
cold water drenched both their bodies. Okay, Penny
admitted to herself, the water isn't actually ice cold,
and actually, it feels kinda good, but on general principles...
Penny was a damsel-in-post-pendulum-recovery, and as such she
had every right to be petulant and grumpy. Besides, she
was good at it.
Rada pressed the touchscreen again and the deluge abruptly
stopped. Both blondes were now dripping wet, of course,
with their hair hanging in saturated strings and clinging to
their faces. This didn't stop Rada from finding and
opening the sauna door.
"Ah!" Penny was engulfed by a wall of hot, dry air as Rada
carried her inside. She waited to be set down, but
instead, Rada continued cradling her with one arm as she filled
a wooden bucket from a faucet with a wooden handle and used a
wooden ladle to wet down one of the cedar benches. Rada
Grabhands was just that strong and competent. It was
impressive. Penny helped by continuing to drape one arm
across her shoulders and hold on, but still, Penny was
impressed. Penny further steadied herself by gripping
Rada's right breast with her free hand.
"Stop that, Kattunge," Rada chuckled as she eased Penny
onto the wet bench and rolled her onto her stomach.
Penny was trying to decide if she'd won on style points by
squeezing Rada's boob (which was as firm as it looked, by the
way), then―"Oooo!"―shivered with delight as Rada's strong hands
began massaging her shoulders... then moved on to her back...
butt... thighs... calves... and feet. It felt goooood.
Penny decided to give Rada an hour (maybe two) to stop on her
own before she'd put her foot down and demand that she
"So..." Rada purred. "What did you think of the Pendulum
"Shut up!" Penny snapped. "I'm gonna kill you."
"You didn't find the experience... exhilarating?"
Rada was kneading Penny's shoulders for the second
time. "You knew you were perfectly safe the
entire time, of course. You knew it. I am
"Shut up," Penny growled. Actually, while her forebrain
had known she was safe the entire time, that the Roget's
incredible Pendulum Gizmo wouldn't harm her, her hindbrain, her
so called lizard brain, hadn't been at all
sure. And towards the end, when the blade was whistling juuust
above her clover-clamped nipples, the poor thing had been
howling like a banshee. And speaking of clover-clamps...
"Stop!" Penny barked, then lifted herself on her elbows and
half-turned her upper body so she could glare at her
masseuse. "Get these things off me!" she ordered, nodding
down at the clamps still squeezing her nips. How the
hell did I forget I'm still wearing these things? she
wondered. How is it possible to forget you're
"Brace yourself," Rada purred, then reached down and slowly
released the left clover-clamp... followed by the right clamp.
Penny didn't even flinch (much). She already knew to
expect a painful spike when the clamps were released,
so she'd been prepared. Did it hurt when Rada released the
clamps? Yes, but Penny was a brave, stoic, heroic damsel
and managed to stifle her reaction (or most of it, anyway).
"Oh, my brave little Kattunge," Rada sighed, then rolled
Penny onto her back, leaned down and gently kissed Penny's
nipples, first on the right... and then on the left.
"Stop that," Penny huffed. She considered slapping Rada's
semi-pendulous breasts a few times for emphasis, but decided not
to press her luck. Besides, lying there and playing
swat-the-boobies would be far too kittenish a course of
action and would only reinforce Rada's irritating habit of
calling her Kattunge.
Rada continued her irritatingly gorgeous smile as she began
massaging Penny's front half.
Penny closed her eyes and tried her best not to smile back,
reminding herself she was a much put upon grumpy kitten.
She also refrained from purring like said kitten... or Kattunge,
in this case. Rada's hands felt very good.
Everything was conspiring to lock her into this kitten/Kattunge
thing. It was most irritating.
The massage continued.
"Intellectually, I knew I was safe," Penny finally admitted,
"but I was still scared. Really scared."
"How could you not be scared?" Rada said quietly, "especially at
the end, when the blade is close."
"Mainly at the end," Penny clarified. It was
true. At about the three-inches-to-nipples mark, her
terror had reached its maximum and plateaued.
At that moment, Penny had a fiendishly clever idea. She
opened one eye and focused on her masseuse. "But of
course," she said in an oh-so-nonchalant manner, "you wouldn't
know about such things."
"What do you mean, silly Kattunge?" Rada chuckled.
"You know all about tying people up and doing horrible things to
them with Bethany's kinky torture engines," Penny
explained. "It's your job, after all. But..."
"Yes?" Rada purred.
"You've never been tied up yourself, so you don't really know
what it's like," Penny said, in the same supremely careless
Rada smiled down at Penny as she gently massaged her breasts...
then her tummy and hips... She then leaned close, until
her nipples brushed Penny's, and kissed the little blonde's
pouting lips. "I come to your room tonight," Rada
whispered, "so you can show me."
Penny managed not to flinch in triumph. She also
managed to suppress a supremely gleeful smile. Did I really
just win? Was it really that easy? No
Rada resumed her massage, and Penny was finding it harder and
harder to maintain her grumpy Kattunge facade.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
Gwyn had had
it up to here with languishing.
Languishing had its place, but this current bout of
hang-around-and-wait was ridiculous, and not at all
fun. Granted, the Rada-box-tie (like the one currently
pinning Gwyn's upper arms to her sides, double-yoking her
shoulders, squeezing her boobs between an "X" of hemp strands,
and lashing her forearms and wrists behind her back and against
her spine) also had its place―as did an elaborate
cinched-ladder-tie (like the one anchored to Gwyn's Rada-box-tie
and dimpling the flesh of her legs every few inches all the way
down to her big toes). But Rada-box-tied,
cinched-ladder-tied, and suspended, head up and toes
down, lashed in a crisscross web of taut ropes inside a
gym-locker-sized "secret cubbyhole" waaaaay up in the
attic? Come on!
Rolling around on a nice, soft mattress? That was
okay. Rolling around in the straw on the floor of a
dungeon cell? Even that was okay... for a couple
of hours. But, come on! Rada had left her
like a fly cocooned in silk by a perverted spider! And it
was gonna be for all day?
Gwyn could barely squirm. In fact, she could barely
wiggle! She would have screamed in frustration, just on
general principles, but not only was she ball-gagged, but Rada
had buckled an obedience collar around her throat before
abandoning her to her cruel fate! The collar's blunt
copper studs were ready to painfully zap her throat
with punishing and larynx-paralyzing electricity if she so much
as hummed through the ball-gag... or tried to scream...
Enough was enough!
Supposedly, Mandy and Mother were searching for her, but it had
been hours and hours with absolutely no sign of her
rescuers. Obviously, they were being methodical, working
their way from room to room and floor to floor, which meant the
attic would be last on the list! Gwyn could see through
the "ventilation grill" secret view port built into the secret
door of her secret cubbyhole/locker, all the way across the
attic to the service stairs, and so far... nothing... for hours
And then... it happened! A pair of bobbing, Gwen-hooded
heads appeared... followed by more and more of the naked bodies
of a pair of naked damsels as they climbed the stairs from the
second floor! More and more of Gwyn's rescuers―Oh,
please let them be my rescuers!―came into view, and Gwyn
blinked in surprise. She'd been waiting for one rescuer
to appear, either Mandy or Mother, but this was both of
them at the same time. Also...
Mother and Mandy were side-by-side, with Gwyn's maternal unit on
the left and her newly acknowledged girlfriend on the
So... Gwyn had been
expecting exactly one naked, bound, and gagged
damsel/rescuer, but now she was being presented with a single
double-damsel/rescuer in the form of her naked mother (Yuk!)
and naked girlfriend (Yum!), strapped together, hooded
(and presumably gagged underneath), and awkwardly making their
way across the attic like participants in a perverted
three-legged race. As they came closer, Gwyn realized the
black leather shoulders-to-armpits-"X"-straps were the upper
straps of a single armbinder that pressed and encased Mother's
right arm and Mandy's left arm together behind their
backs! Gwyn had yet to get a detailed look at the binder
in question, but she did catch glimpses of it as they
- Their heads were
encased in identical black leather Gwen-hoods, as she'd
- A pair of black
leather straps crisscrossed both of their chests in an "X"
pattern, one strap passing from Mother's left shoulder to
Mandy's right armpit and the other from Mandy's right
shoulder to Mother's left armpit;
- Their left and
right knees (respectively), were strapped together with a
black leather strap;
- And their left and
right ankles (respectively) were joined by a pair of black
Gwyn also realized the three-legged double-damsel/rescuer was
making a direct beeline for her hiding place, which was very
good news. This was thanks to her mother's excellent
intuitive sense, of course. Gwyn had no doubt that as
Mother climbed the stairs and the secret view port of Gwyn's
secret cubbyhole/locker came into view, all the way across the
attic, she would have instantly realized that that would
be the place Rada would have stashed her poor, innocent,
long-suffering daughter, so Gwyn would be forced to watch in
frustrated horror as her rescuers shuffled and hobbled around
the attic, checking all the other secret cubbyholes
before finally working their way to her secret
cubbyhole/locker. And Mandy, being the clever ginger that
she was, would have followed her girlfriend's mother's lead, so
here they were, chugging across the attic at full speed (such as
Also, as far as Gwyn could remember, last summer Mandy hadn't
spent any "quality time" in any of the attic's secret
cubbyholes. She'd been cubbyhole-stashed a few times on
the lower floors, but the only time she'd been sequestered in
the attic was in a charming little nook over to Gwyn's right
that had a garrett window overlooking the outdoor pool
area. The space featured a vertical wooden post (that was
not a structural support), and Gwyn had used it to
demonstrate her post-binding skills to her ginger amigo, then
abandoned her so she could watch Gwyn take a refreshing,
leisurely dip in the pool... followed by a little reading on a
lounge chair under the shade of a great big umbrella.
Maybe Rada had stashed Mandy in an attic cubbyhole while Gwyn
was busy being stashed elsewhere, but she didn't think so.
Mandy would have mentioned it during the nightly damsel
The three-legged double-damsel chugged across the attic...
drawing ever closer... and finally arrived. Having one
free hand each, unlatching the secret cubbyhole's secret latch
required only minimal fumbling on Mother and Mandy's part.
There was a loud click, and the thick plywood panel
Mother and Mandy stared at the plethora of taut ropes suspending
their darling daughter and hot girlfriend (respectively), gazed
at each other, heaved a gagged and hooded commiserative sigh,
then set to work.
It turned out Rada had used mostly slip-knots to secure the
suspension ropes―so rather that being a complete bitch,
she'd been an incomplete bitch. Still, it took a
good chunk of an hour to unsuspend Gwyn, ease her to the attic
floor, and untie her Rada-box-tie and ladder-tie bonds.
All of those ropes had been secured with non slip-knots,
so they required a great deal of clumsy, difficult, one-handed
While all of this happened, Gwyn confirmed that her rescuers
were, indeed, sharing a single armbinder. As far as Gwyn
knew, this was a unique use of a such a ubiquitous hobby
accessory, so... full points to Rada for
originality. Also, while the rescuers were extricating the
no-longer-suspended-but-still-totally-rope-bound Gwyn from the
locker, there had been a great deal of skin-on-skin contact in
the form of clutching, bracing, and sliding, while Mother and
Mandy eased her to the floor. (Yuk and Yum,
Eventually, Gwyn was free enough to help remove the rest of
Rada's ropes, as well as her ball-gag and obedience
collar. Sitting on the floor with her knees bent and the
soles of her feet on the dusty floor, Gwyn stretched her arms
and arched her back―"Eyyyah!"―then smiled up at her
rescuers. "Thank you."
Mother and Mandy smiled back... with their eyes, anyway.
Gwyn climbed to her feet, resolved to free her rescuers.
No such luck.
There were mini-padlocks. Lots of
mini-padlocks. In point of fact, there were exactly the
number of mini-padlocks required to make sure Gwyn couldn't
unbuckle anything. Mother and Mandy would remain trapped
in their bizarre joined-at-the-hip and armbinder-sharing
ensemble until they found and confronted Rada and demanded the
key. Gwyn would have to be the one doing the demanding, of
course, as her rescuers were still Gwen-hooded and with
mini-padlocked collars buckled around their necks, protecting
the hoods' laces and their underlying gags.
Gwyn shook her head, then retrieved a length of black hemp,
threaded a loop through the "X" in the straps of the shared
armbinder, deftly tied a swivel-hitch with her practiced, nimble
fingers, then turned and led her three-legged rescuers/captives
towards the attic stairs.
It was entirely proper for Gwyn to take custody of her naked and
helpless mother and girlfriend, of course. As the only non
bound and gagged damsel in the vicinity, it was her duty to
The rest of Gwyn's former rope bonds, as well as the discarded
ball-gag and obedience collar, remained behind in a tangled,
forlorn heap on the floor in front of the still open door of the
secret-cubbyhole/locker. As far as Gwyn was concerned,
Rada would be the one to come back and clean it all up.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
meal was a little awkward, both physically and emotionally.
Gwyn padded into the kitchen with her mother and girlfriend in
tow and demanded the key to the mini-padlocks securing
the three-legged damsels' black leather bonds. Rada
smiled, shrugged, and stated she wasn't sure exactly where she'd
left said key, but would look it as soon as she finished
preparing and serving dinner.
Penny was present, buck naked, sitting in a kitchen chair,
neither bound nor gagged, and watching with blue, twinkling
eyes, as Gwyn, Bethany, and Mandy arrived. She did her
best to disguise her vast amusement as she visually
examined every detail of Bethany and Mandy's unusual
predicament, but wasn't very successful.
Rada was resplendent in a pair of brown leather Mexican sandals,
a pair of faded denim Daisy Dukes, a white tank-top, and a
hunter-green cook's apron. Her attire was surprisingly
normal, and she looked really hot.
Gwyn also thought Rada looked hot, but kept her opinion to
herself. She glared at Rada with molten fury.
Penny shared Gwyn's unspoken opinion, but as Rada's innate
hotness was an natural constant, clothed or unclothed, the naked
little blonde also remained silent.
Bethany and Mandy remained silent on the subject of Rada's
smouldering hotness as well, but they had a good excuse.
In fact, they had an excellent excuse: they were hooded
and gagged. Penny and Gwyn pushed a pair of kitchen chairs
together and the
Mother/Mandy-double-damsel sighed, planted their pale and
freckled naked butts on the chair-seats, and watched Rada cook
with the Profound Ennui expected of a pair of chronically
As Rada's meal preparations continued, Gwyn divided her time
between rounding on Rada for her perfidy and pumping Penny for
information about how she'd spent Day Three of her hazing.
Both efforts were futile. Gwyn's Righteous Disdain rolled
off Rada like water off the proverbial duck's back, and Penny
wasn't talking. The naked little blonde insisted she was
too traumatized to discuss what Rada had done to her, whatever
When Rada's pork-loin roast and the rest of the meal were
finally ready, Rada miraculously found the key to Bethany and
Mandy's mini-padlocks in her pocket, graciously unlocked the
co-joined damsels' collars, then re-pocketed the key. Gwyn
and Penny heaved deep, simultaneous sighs, then removed the
damsels' collars, Gwen-hoods, Elastoplast tape-gags, and
ball-gags. They then held glasses of ice-water to Bethany
and Mandy's lips so they could quench their post-gag thirsts.
"Well," Gwyn demanded, waving at Mother's and her girlfriend's
remaining bonds with an impatient flip of the wrist.
"Eat your dinner, Valp," Rada chuckled. "All of
you..." She smiled and made a much more graceful gesture
of her own at the fully loaded table. "Eat."
More sighs ensued. Then, Penny fed Bethany and herself,
Gwyn fed Mandy and herself, and Rada fed herself,
exclusively. There was a little dinner conversation, but
Penny's Pendulum Ordeal remained a secret between Penny and Rada
Finally, the last of the food and wine were consumed, Rada
slipped the key to Bethany and Mandy's remaining restraints into
Gwyn's palm, then started cleaning up the kitchen.
Gwyn and Penny made a joint effort at removing Gwyneth and
Mandy's remaining bonds. Then, the naked quartet thanked
Rada for another excellent culinary triumph, wished her good
night, and retired to the sauna/massage room. Actually,
Penny, Gwyn, and Mandy muttered various rude things in Rada's
direction, received a scolding from Gwyn's mother, and then
thanked the Norwegian
Troll for another excellent culinary triumph and wished her
good night. Rada took it all in with good grace and
wished them pleasant dreams (ominously).
Once the naked damsels reached the sauna chamber, there
was a great deal of sympathetic cooing and examining of Bethany
and Mandy's red hips and thighs where they'd rubbed together
during their three-legged bondage quest.
Penny participated in the pity party for several seconds (for
politeness sake), then announced that she was going to
bed. "I don't need more time in the sauna," she explained,
"and I'm kinda tired."
"You really aren't going to tell us what Rada did to you today?"
"Yeah, spill!" Mandy added.
"Girls," Bethany chuckled, then pulled Penny into a naked
embrace and kissed her lips (which Penny didn't find at all
embarrassing). "She can tell us in the morning, at
"I wanna hear now," Gwyn whined.
"Yeah," Mandy agreed.
"Say good night, ladies," Bethany ordered, releasing Penny.
Good night wishes and kisses were exchanged, Gwyn and Mandy
pouted in pendular ignorance, Bethany smiled and waved, and
Penny padded upstairs to her bedroom, the infamous Bambi Room,
as she'd dubbed it, thanks to the sleeping fawn carved into the
bedroom door. She conducted a leisurely evening toilette
in the bedroom suite's luxurious bathroom, then climbed between
the gazillion thread-count sheets of the gigantic bed with its
gigantic cathedral headboard and twelve not-at-all-creepy carved
Without further ado (or any ado, actually) Penny
drifted off to sleep. She was tired. As it
turns out, being tortured by dread and suspense while naked,
helpless, and spreadeagled in steel chains under the swinging
blade of an elaborate pendulum gizmo for most of a day was an
exhausting experience. Who knew?
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demanded. She'd been rudely awakened from deep slumber by
several unknown things bouncing on the bed. Although the
only light in the bedroom was coming from a handful of feeble
blue-green nightlights at floor level, Penny found her
dark-adapted eyes had no trouble making out the "things" in
question. They were (in no particular order): several neat
bundles of black-dyed hemp rope of various lengths, a black
nylon gym-bag, and Rada Grabhands the Norwegian Troll!
Rada was on her hands and knees on the expansive bed, smiling at
Still half-tangled in the bedclothes, Penny rolled onto her side
and propped herself up on one elbow. Oh-by-the-way, she
was naked... meaning Rada was naked... although Penny
was also naked, as all of her clothing had been confiscated some
time ago. The little blonde was also only half-awake,
hence her confused and unscheduled train of thought.
Anyway... Rada was naked... like Penny.
"Why are you here?" Penny mumbled as she sleepily eyed the
abundance of black rope. Oddly (for Roget Manor) Rada
wasn't using the rope to tie her up. The smiling Norwegian
giantess wasn't even preparing a coil for use.
"Silly Kattunge," Rada chuckled. "I told
you. It is time for you to demonstrate your rigging skills
to Rada... or have you changed your mind about teaching Rada
what it is like to be tied up and helpless?"
Now Penny was awake. She stared at Rada with wide
blue eyes for several long seconds... then composed herself...
"Oh, I suppose," Penny purred. "If you insist."
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