| by Van ©2019
Mistress Bethany and Rada Grabhands (the Gigantic Nordic
Shield-Maiden Captive) made their exit, Poor Penny Parr was ruthlessly
entertained. That is, Gwyn and Mandy, the entertainers
in question, licked and nibbled Penny's nipples, ran their hands
over her naked body, and diddled her with the blue
torpedo-vibrator until she was quite silly.
Then, having discovered the jar of Moringa Body Butter on the
nightstand that Penny had used to ruthlessly moisturize
Rada, Gwyn and Mandy ruthlessly moisturized Penny's body,
rubbing the fluffy white creme into her skin until she glistened
from head to toe. Then, they rubbed her entire body again,
until she was simply smooth, gleaming and pleasantly
moringa-scented, as opposed to greasy, slick, and stinking like
a moringa in heat.
And then, Penny's brunette and red-haired alleged friends used
The Blue Shaft of Vibratory Doom to entertain her again!
Penny wouldn't have let them get away with any of these
outrages, of course, were it not for the fact that she was
stringently spreadeagled on the bed with black hemp rope binding
her wrists and ankles (which left the overwhelming majority of
her naked, nubile, innocent young body available for
entertainment purposes). Penny didn't even complain, if
you don't count a great deal of desperate blinking and rolling
of her blue eyes, pathetic whimpering, tragic whining, and
well-garbled expletives. She was ball-gagged.
No one in The Bambi Room got a great deal of sleep that
night. Gwyn and Mandy took turns diddling Poor Penny
Parr. One would take a brief catnap while the other did
the diddling. Penny would have liked to have taken a few
catnaps herself, but her torturers/lovers had other ideas.
When the sun finally decided to make an appearance, shining
through the bedroom windows with slowly increasing brilliance,
all three occupants of the bed were finally asleep.
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Eventually, Mandy woke up, rolled away from Penny, climbed off
the bed... stretched and yawned... then padded into the
bathroom. Water ran in the sink, the toilet flushed, and
the yawning, smiling ginger returned.
"Wake up," Mandy whispered, shaking Gwyn's shoulder.
"Mfrmplfrmm," Gwyn objected, then opened her eyes, focused on
her girlfriend, and smiled. "Morning," she purred, climbed
from the bed, and the lovers embraced and exchanged a long,
slow, wet kiss.
Despite her post-entertainment exhaustion, Penny had been
awakened by the two naked, nubile villainesses responsible for
her pathetic condition rolling around on the bed and swapping
spit in such a blatant manner. Yeah, good frakkin'
morning, she silently fumed, then watched as Gwyn released
her girlfriend, turned, and padded towards the bathroom.
Mandy remained behind, smiling down at Penny. "Don't
worry," the gorgeous and irritatingly perky ginger purred, "we
aren't going to leave you like that." She then worked her
way around the bed, leaning forward, reaching down near the
floor, and doing something to each of the four paired ropes
enforcing Penny's spreadeagle bondage.
Penny couldn't see what Mandy was up to as the mattress blocked
her view. The ropes remained as taut as ever.
By this time, Gwyn had returned from the bathroom. "Oh,
slipknots," she exclaimed, smiling at her girlfriend.
Mandy smiled back. "This way we can release her and still
get a good head start before she finishes untying herself."
"Clever girl," Gwyn purred as she kissed Mandy's freckled right
cheek. Mandy shivered in delight, basking in her
girlfriend's praise and affection. Penny decided it was quite
Gwyn started sorting the clothes the kidnappers/entertainers
removed at Penny's command last night and heaped in a pile near
the bed. That was before High Mistress Bethany arrived and
turned the tables with an imperious and graceful wave of her
hand, of course. "C'mon," Gwyn urged. "Bundle your
clothes and let's skedaddle. We both need a shower."
"No kidding," Mandy chuckled as she joined her girlfriend at the
rapidly diminishing pile.
Soon, both of Penny's alleged friends had their all-black
stalking/kidnapping outfits in neatly rolled bundles and tucked
under one arm, then padded to opposite sides of the bed.
"Ready, set, go!" Gwyn announced, and the brunette and
redhead released the slipknots securing Penny's ankles...
rapidly followed by the slipknots securing her wrists.
They then scampered out the bedroom door, giggling like the
naked idiots they were. That was Penny's opinion, anyway.
"Mrrrmpfh!" ("You better run!") Penny heaved a sigh,
rolled her eyes, then pulled on the ropes still elaborately tied
around her wrists. This is getting downright sad,
she chided herself. I really need fresh
material. Maybe I can use Google to find lists of good
Penny set about the serious task of freeing herself. The
wrist-ropes offered resistance... but eventually pulled away
from their lashing points and jerked free. Untying the
wrist-cuff portions of her former bonds took a while... as did
untying her ankle-cuffs... but eventually she was rope free.
That left only the ball-gag, which Penny removed and tossed
aside as she bounced off the bed and padded into the bathroom
for her morning tinkle. Next would come a long, hot
shower. The steaming, streaming water would soothe her
sore muscles and the soap wash away the residual funkiness of
her multi-orgasmic ordeal.
Could Penny have made do with a quick tinkle, then gathered some
rope and sprinted after her fellow students/vacationers for
immediate and richly deserved revenge? Maybe, but she was
tired, and if Gwyn and Mandy had any brains they'd be sharing a
shower not in either of their bedrooms' attached
bathrooms, but at an "undisclosed location" somewhere in the
vast, luxurious, over-decorated, Gothic labyrinth that was
Spooky Roget Manor. By the time she found them, it would
all be over, including the toweling dry of their pale and
freckled skins (respectively).
"No... I'll tie them up and torture, tickle, and diddle them
later," Penny muttered under her breath as she loaded toothpaste
on her toothbrush. Getting the nasty post-ball-gag taste
out of her mouth then easing her sore muscles under a monsoon of
hot water were her immediate priorities.
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from the bathroom squeaky clean, vaguely floral scented, and
with her blond curls clean, dry, and brushed into their usual
semi-tousled glory. She exited The Bambi Room, bounced
down the Grand Staircase (especially her boobs), and padded
towards the kitchen.
She was naked, of course, but hey, High Mistress Bethany and
Rada Grabhands had conspired to steal her clothes and luggage
and hide them away, so if they didn't want her to be naked the
ball was in their court.
In any case, Penny had higher priorities than clothing, and they
Priority 1: Breakfast. Any breakfast.
As long as it started with hot coffee.
Gwyn had precedence over Mandy because it was becoming
abundantly clear that Gwyn was the top and Mandy the bottom, but
Penny was easy. If she encountered Mandy first, she was
perfectly willing to let the ginger have the first punch.
Priority 2a: Find Gwyn and punch her lights out for the
High Crime of tying her to The Bambi Room Bed and diddling her
silly 'til the very wee hours of the morning.
Priority 2b: Find Mandy and punch her lights
out for the High Crime of tying her to The Bambi Room Bed and
diddling her silly 'til the very wee hours of the
Priority 3: Find Rada and sweet-talk/seduce
her into a do-over of last night's rendezvous. Penny
felt she owed Rada several additional orgasms.
Anyway, Penny opened the kitchen door―and her eyes widened, her
jaw dropped, and she froze in place!
Priority 4: Find High Mistress Bethany and
sweet-talk/seduce her into granting her a waiver for the final
two days of Hazing Week. Enough was enough.
Bethany, Rada, Gwyn, and Mandy were all present (in no
particular order); however, all four were clothed! Fully
clothed! Not naked! Not even a little naked!
The High Mistress was wearing a charming (and probably designer
label) sundress. (Arguably, with her lower legs, arms, and
shoulders exposed, Bethany was a little naked, but was
showing a little smooth, pale skin really being "a
little naked?" At the moment, Penny didn't think so.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Bethany chuckled, then took a sip from
a mug of coffee.
"Good morning, Kattunge," Rada added. She was
wearing sandals, stone-washed denim jeans, a white tank-top, and
her hunter-green cook's apron. She was also smiling
broadly and cooking scrambled eggs.
"Took you long enough," Gwyn purred. She was smiling and
sipping coffee, like her mother.
"Yeah," Mandy piped in, then sipped her coffee.
Both of Penny's fellow students/vacationers were wearing jeans
and T-shirts. Gwyn's ensemble was black and black (very
Goth) while Mandy's was denim-blue and eucalyptus-green
(appropriate for her ginger hair and freckled complexion).
Being nude among a bunch of nudists was no big thing, but being
the only nudist in the room was altogether different! Much
to her surprise, Penny found herself blushing and struggling to
keep her hands from covering her boobs and crotch.
Gwyn and Mandy were drinking it in, both Penny's sudden attack
of modesty and their coffee. This, in turn,
caused Penny's blush to morph into an angry flush and her hands
to clench into tight fists.
But first things first.
Penny stomped (padded) to the coffee-maker, pulled a mug from
the cabinet overhead, and poured herself a cup of hot, steaming,
dark, delicious ambrosia. The disgruntled little
blonde took her first-sip-of-the-day... sighed... and decided to
be the big person (so to speak) and allow Gwyn and Mandy to
Breakfast conversation happened. Everybody (except Penny)
chatted and smiled as they devoured eggs, toast, crispy bacon,
and greasy little browned sausage links. Oddly enough, the
topic of Penny's Pendulum Gizmo Ordeal of the previous day never
came up, and Penny didn't broach the subject herself.
Penny filled her tummy, but unfortunately she didn't get a
chance to butter-up Bethany (so to speak) and secure a reprieve
from Hazing Week. Nor did she get a chance to take Rada
aside and charm her into letting her tie her to The Bambi Room
Gwyn and Mandy announced that they were going to take a
five-mile nature hike. Apparently, Spooky Roget Manor had
a private trail that connected to a local public trail. It
was their duty to make sure the area's songbirds and squirrels
remained aware that their activities were being closely
monitored. Both serial would-be kidnappers owned the
required boots, cargo shorts, day-packs, and water bottles, and
Gwyn would loan her girlfriend a pair of binoculars on a
figure-eight harness-strap. Add a couple of hats, a few
granola bars, and hiking sticks and they'd be good to go.
Rada explained that a stroll through the woods was not adequate
aerobic exercise and she expected Gwyn and Mandy to report to
the gym as soon as they returned.
Gwyn and Mandy shared a truly tragic commiserative sigh, then
nodded and finished clearing their plates.
Penny smiled, probably for the first time since entering the
kitchen in all her naked, petite pulchritude. Hah!
Serves them right.
"You need your exercise as well, Kattunge," Rada
purred focusing her ubiquitous smile on Penny. "You can
help me clean up, then I'll take you to the gym."
Penny's smile morphed into a pout and she turned to Bethany for
support. Unfortunately, the sundress-wearing-beauty was
worried about her own fate. "I think I'll catch
up on my correspondence, then swim a full set of
vigorous laps in the indoor pool."
Rada smiled. "I'll make sure the manor's security system
monitors your efforts and logs a detailed report in your
"Uh... wonderful," Bethany replied (smiling a slightly forced
Gwyn and Mandy exchanged happy grins. Everybody
was going to have to exercise, not just them. Rada getting
her exercise was a given. The tall, tan, giant
amazon was addicted to sweat.
Penny heaved a sigh and shoveled the last of her eggs into her
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Roget Manor Breakfast Club dispersed and Rada and Naked Penny
did, indeed, remain behind to clean up the kitchen.
It was a perfect chance for Penny to seduce Rada, and she took
"Uh, Rada," Penny purred as she loaded the plates, mugs, and
tableware into the dishwasher.
"Yes, Kattunge?" Rada was draining the residual
grease from the fry pan into a small crock. She used bacon
grease and selected table scraps to make homemade suet cakes to
feed the birds.
"I feel terrible that we were interrupted before I
could finish showing you my rigging skills," Penny sighed, then
forced a Brave Smile and batted her blue eyes for Rada's
benefit. "Will you come to my room tonight?"
Rada chuckled as she wiped the last of the grease from the pan
with a paper towel. "We'll see, Kattunge."
"Okay," Penny said with a carefully calibrated, somewhat shy
smile. It wasn't the unqualified YES! she'd been
hoping for, but she'd take what she could get. Penny
resolved to keep nagging Rada every chance she got throughout
the day (but without being a needy, irritating little twerp, of
course). She slid a detergent/conditioner pod into the
appropriate slot, paused for Rada to add the frying pan to the
the now adequately full dishwasher, then closed the door and
thumbed the "START" button. Only a little counter-wiping
and preliminary lunch preparations remained, as well as Rada
tapping a touchscreen on the refrigerator door to approve an
update of the Manor's automated grocery delivery list.
Then, Rada dragged a kicking and screaming Naked Penny Parr to
her aerobic fate. Actually―Heroic, Stoic Damsel that she
was―Penny marched to her doom with head held high, her
beautiful, semi-tousled blond tresses fluttering in the
nonexistent breeze, a Noble Expression on her gorgeous face,
and her boobs Bravely Swaying in perfect rhythm to her bare,
Penny remained a Heroic, Stoic Damsel as she watched Rada peel
out of her clothes (which was mildly surprising but a very good
thing as far as Penny was concerned). Soon, the only thing
the Norwegian Troll was wearing was a light chain dangling
around her neck that held three keys, one of which was of the
barrel variety. Then, Rada led Penny in a series of
stretching exercises. Obviously, Rada had been concerned
she might rip the seat of her jeans if she'd tried stretching
with them covering her firm buns. They were a
little tight, Penny silently conceded. Actually,
they were a lot tight.
Rada's key-chain-necklace swung and swayed as she did her
muscle-stretching thing, which Penny found to be mildly
distracting, especially when the keys slid across and/or between
the amazon's tan, firm, perfect boobs.
Stretching routine complete, Rada took Penny's hand and led her
to the running machine, positioned the pouting little blonde on
the treadmill, then locked rubber-padded, steel cuffs around her
wrists. The cuffs were attached to steel chains that were,
in turn, attached to the machine's side-rails. The chains
were short, but allowed reasonable freedom of motion, meaning
Penny would be able to swing her arms in a normal manner once
she started walking, jogging, or running.
Next, Penny watched nervously as Rada readied some sort of...
head harness? Whatever it was, it had a rubber mouthpiece
with long, flexible, clear plastic hoses attached to either side
of what looked like a panel-gag with the mouthpiece instead of a
rubber ball or mouth plug. The long hoses were supported
by spring-loaded cables attached to the ceiling and trailed down
to what was obviously the machine's control console.
"What's that for?" Penny demanded as the mouthpiece approached
her mouth, then shifted into heavy-duty pouting/whining.
"Rada!" (Not that it did her any good.)
"Mrrrpfh!" Rada (smiling the entire time) had shoved the
thing into her mouth and was now tightening the straps behind
Penny now had two options:
Thanks to the padded
manacles and attached chains, groping for and releasing the
head-harness was not an option, at least not with Rada still in
- Breathe through
the mouthpiece. She found that sent her exhaled breath
whistling down the left tube and drew air for inhalation
from the right tube.
- Breathe through
And then, Penny's options were reduced to one: breathing through
the mouthpiece. Rada had pinched her nose closed with a
well-padded but decidedly unwelcome nose-clamp!
"The system monitors your CO2 production and oxygen
consumption," Rada explained, belatedly answering Penny's
Penny glared at Rada with laser-beam eyes. For some
inexplicable reason, the tall, tan, smiling giantess didn't
burst into flame.
"There are an array of accessories available to discourage
cheating," Rada lectured, "such as electrified nipple-clamps and
pads that deliver punishment if you fail to keep the required
pace or try stepping off the treadmill." Rada's
smile widened. "But Rada has decided to be kind.
Besides..." She paused to tap the control panel's
touchscreen a few times with her right index finger.
From her position, Penny couldn't see the touchscreen. She
had no idea what Rada was doing with her long, tan, strong
finger, other then the obvious: programming the machine.
"Rada will be watching," the grinning Norwegian Troll
continued. "Be a good girl, or Rada will spank."
She pointed at the console. "You will hear a beep when
the program begins."
Penny continued glaring as Rada turned and padded towards the
gym's Nautilus-style resistance machine. Like the rest of
the gym equipment, it was decorated in Steampunk/Victorian
Why is she suddenly talking in the third person? Penny
wondered. Rada this and Rada that. It is an
effective gloating technique... I suppose. Maybe I'll
give it a try once I capture Gwyn and Mandy and start doing
horrible things to them. 'Penny is angry.'
'Penny will punish you now.' It could work.
As Rada was situating herself in the embrace of the resistance
machine, the running machine beeped, as Rada had
predicted. Then, the treadmill under Penny's bare feet
hummed... began to roll... and picked up speed. Penny had
no choice but to walk... and continue walking... and then begin
Meanwhile, Rada had begun a series of leg-lifts. Penny
noted that the tall, tan, gorgeous blonde was cheating, in that
she hadn't deployed the resistance machine's many padded cuffs
and straps, then ordered the machine to tighten them and hold
her prisoner until she completed the programmed number of
sets. Penny assumed that's how the thing worked.
That was how she would have designed it to work,
anyway... and the cuffs and straps were there,
forlornly dangling and ready for use... and no doubt pining to
embrace Rada's tall, tan, perfect physique.
Penny continued power-walking... and power-walking... then
power-walked some more... which was followed by more power-walking.
|The Perils of Penny Parr
feet were starting to complain... as were her calves.
She continued power-walking... and breathing through the
head-harness-gag/breath-monitor... and power-walking.
The chains rattled, the treadmill hummed, her bare feet thudded,
air whistled through the breathing hoses, and Penny
power-walked. She had no choice.
Rada watched Penny as they exercised... and sweated. The
tall, tan, breathtakingly fit and beautiful Norwegian Troll's
body was now gleaming with sweat as she moved from machine to
machine. Rada exercised her exquisite, very feminine
physique... and watched Poor Penny Parr make her endless,
enthusiastic trudge to nowhere.
Finally, literally dripping with sweat, Rada strolled towards
Penny and her machine, smiled, and stabbed a button on the
The treadmill ground to a stop, and Penny stopped power-walking.
She stared the proverbial daggers at her gigantic, naked,
sweat-dripping trainer, panted through her unusual gag―Wheeze,
wheeze, wheeze―and also dripped sweat.
Rada removed the clamp from Penny's nose, unbuckled and removed
the gag/breathing-monitor, then released her right wrist-cuff...
padded around the machine... and released her left wrist-cuff.
Penny rubbed her abused wrists (even though they weren't abused
and didn't really need rubbing) and continued staring.
"Is my nose permanently disfigured?" Penny demanded, still
sending imaginary and ineffectual daggers speeding Rada's way.
"Silly Kattunge," Rada chuckled, "Your cute little
button nose is only a little pink." She gently tapped the
end of the nose in question for emphasis. "It will fade
"Hey!" Penny complained. "No boinking!"
Rada laughed and scooped Penny's sweaty, diminutive form into
her arms and carried her towards the shower/sauna room. As
she had the last time―after yesterday's Pendulum Gizmo
Ordeal―Rada was carrying her like a bride across the
threshold. Penny draped her right arm across Rada's left
shoulder and reached across Rada's body to clutch her right
side. That meant Penny's left arm was nudging the
undersides of Rada's breasts and acting as a shelf, but Penny
had no real choice but to hang on. They were both
incredibly sweaty and slippery and Penny was in real danger of
sliding to the floor and landing with a wet thud.
Rada carried her flushed, sweaty, pouting burden under the
shower and managed to turn it on. The faucet gurgled,
briefly, then a torrent of cold water drenched both their
Brave and Stoic Damsel that she was, Penny endured the splashing
onslaught with only a little shivering and squirming. She
also endured being soaped and hand-scrubbed by her gigantic
handler... followed by the subsequent rinse. And then,
Penny was subjected to being thoroughly dried with a big fluffy
towel. Finally, Rada set Penny down on her bare feet and
the indignant but squeaky clean youngster folded her arms under
her breasts, pouted, and watched as Rada finished drying
Rada smiled down at Penny. Penny glared up at Rada as she
toweled her long, blond, Nordic hair. Penny gave a
disdainful sniff, then eyed the exit that led to the hallway and
the rest of the manor.
"Don't even think about scampering away, Kattunge," Rada
"I'll scamper if I want to," Penny huffed. "Hey!
In one swift motion Rada had tossed away the towel, grabbed
Penny, and hoisted her struggling body onto her shoulder in a
Flutter-kicking legs to the front and twisting, squirming body
and flailing arms to the rear, Penny couldn't see where they
were going, only where they'd been. She could see
Rada's butt and striding legs, of course. She could also
complain, and she did.
"Rada! Stop! Put me down! Ow!"
That last complaint had been in response to the resounding slap
Rada had delivered to her left butt-cheek.
"Settle down!" Rada ordered.
Penny heaved a sigh and did, indeed, settle down.
Struggling was a waste of effort anyway. Then, she
realized she had an opportunity to further the cause of
maneuvering Rada into her bed and the embrace of several yards
of High Mistress Bethany's black-dyed, conditioned hemp rope.
"You're being very mean," Penny said quietly. "A
fair person would give me a chance to even the score."
"By letting you be mean to me?" Rada purred.
"Oh, I wouldn't be mean," Penny promised (lied).
"And it would make you feel better. Less guilty."
"For being mean," Rada chuckled.
"Exactly," Penny confirmed. "It would even the score,
clear the books, balance the equation, and... uh... that sort of
"I assume you mean I should let you tie up Rada, like you did
Penny smiled (unseen by the tall, tan, gigantic amazon carrying
her to... wherever they were going). "Yes. So...
"Rada will think about it," Rada purred.
Success! (Maybe.) But again with the
third person. Penny's eyebrows knitted in a mildly
puzzled frown. Maybe she only does it when she's
feeling frisky. But when is Rada not feeling
They arrived at their apparent destination, a storeroom of some
sort, and Rada eased Penny off her shoulder. The naked
little blonde looked around as Rada closed the door. There
was an ominous click, which Penny assumed was Rada
engaging the lock, and Penny knew she wouldn't be scampering
away without Rada's permission, which wasn't likely to happen.
The walls were lined with built-in cabinets with tall,
wardrobe-style doors and columns of chest-of-drawers-style
drawers, all in darkly stained oak and elaborately carved in the
manor's spooky Gothic style. There were no labels on any
of the doors or drawers, but, apparently, Rada didn't need
any. She made a beeline for a cabinet door, opened it,
reached inside, and selected one of twenty or more single-sleeve
armbinders hanging from a row of hooks.
Penny was impressed, but then Rada closed the door, blocking her
view of the cabinet's contents. Everything had been black,
but she was pretty sure she'd seen leather, latex, and even
canvas cloth binders... but the particular armbinder now
dangling in Rada's hands was neoprene, and Rada was carrying it
in her direction!
Penny took two involuntary steps back, her worried gaze
alternating between the armbinder and Rada's predatory smile.
"You aren't going to give Rada trouble, are you?" the titanic
Penny heaved a sigh. "No, Penny isn't going to give Rada
any trouble. Penny is going to be a good Penny."
Rada chuckled, spun Penny around, and began sliding the neoprene
cone up her arms.
Penny cooperated, as promised. The binder was, indeed,
neoprene, like a diver's wetsuit, a thin layer of flexible
rubber foam sandwiched between layers of black nylon
cloth. It was also tight, and increasingly so as Rada
zipped its long vertical zipper all the way to the top.
Penny's hands were now held palm-to-palm with her lower arms
pressed together from wrists to elbows. The usual long
straps passed under her armpits, crisscrossed her chest, and
secured to the top of the binder, and Rada was tightening
secondary and totally unnecessary straps (in Penny's unsolicited
opinion) around her already encased wrists and elbows.
All the straps were neoprene, like the binder, and the buckles
were black plastic of the snap variety. They also locked
in some manner. That was an assumption on Penny's part,
but after Rada had finished tightening the straps and snapping
the buckles, she'd inserted some sort of specialized key/tool
into each of the buckles and given them a twist until Penny
heard another snap, so it seemed a safe bet. It
was also overkill. With her fingers and hands encased and
compressed in what amounted to a stretched neoprene pouch,
locking buckles was a superfluous precaution.
Penny executed a Courtesy Struggle while Rada went to another
wardrobe. Obviously, the armbinder was on to stay.
Penny wasn't going to wiggle out of it anytime soon.
Rada returned with more neoprene, and this time it was a
body-harness of the traditional design: a row of vertical rings
down Penny's front with diagonal straps yoking her shoulders and
horizontal straps encircling her torso (including the
armbinder), passing above and below her breasts, around her
waist, and just above her hips. The rings were heavy-duty
nylon plastic and the buckles identical to the armbinder's
There was also a vertical crotch strap that passed from the back
of the harness' waist-strap, through a slot in the tip of
armbinder, through Penny's crotch (cleaving her labia), then
buckled to the front of the hip strap, Obviously, even
though they'd been stored in different locations, the binder and
harness were parts of a matching set.
"Mean," Penny huffed. "Just. Plain.
Mean. Eeep!" That last little squeal had
been in response to Rada tightening the crotch strap until
Penny's neoprene-encased hands were jammed against her
butt-crack and the crotch-strap was mildly stretched and being very
"Hush, Kattunge," Rada purred as she padded to another
cabinet. "You know you enjoy new experiences. Rada
is only trying to help."
the cabinet door and Penny could see an array of all sorts of
gags, in leather, steel, latex, and even neoprene (which, at
this point, Penny didn't find all that surprising).
Logically, she was about to get a little help following Rada's
order that she should "hush." She swallowed nervously as
Rada made her selection, closed the cabinet door, and
returned. In her hands was a neoprene panel-gag with a
mouth-plugging ball pierced by a breathing tube. The
muzzle-like panel would cup Penny's chin, had a cutout for her
"cute little button nose," and would cover her entire lower face
once buckled in place. It had a plastic snap-buckle, like
the rest of Penny's outfit. Even the rivets keeping the
gag-strap positioned over the muzzle/mask appeared to be nylon
plastic. No metal, Penny realized. I'll
be able pass through airport security without raising a ruckus.
Penny's famous last words were an accusation: "Meanie!"
Then, the medical-silicon ball was in her mouth, the panel was
compressing her lips, pressing against her lower face and
cupping her chin. Rada stretched the strap behind her neck
and under her hair, snapped it closed, and engaged the
superfluous lock. Snap!
Air whistled through the tube piercing the gag if Penny
breathed through her mouth, but not as loudly as it had through
the CO2/oxygen monitoring hoses of the running
machine back in the gym.
Meanwhile, Rada was opening another cabinet. She returned
with... something in her hands. Whatever it was,
it was made of black neoprene and had the same plastic
snap-buckles as the rest of Penny's outfit. However, the
thing included a pair of dangling, connected loops of flexible
black rubber tubing about the same diameter as the gag's stiff
breathing tube. One loop was significantly larger than the
The purpose of the "something" and the mysterious black loops
was soon revealed as Rada forced Poor Penny to the floor
(meaning gently urged her to kneel, then settle her neoprene
cleaved rump down on the plush carpet), then pulled the
much-put-upon blond damsel's ankles together.
Once again, the Norwegian Troll raised a metaphorical dust
cloud, and when it settled... Penny's ankles were bound together
by a wide cuff of neoprene that required two locking
snap-buckles to keep it closed. The designer had been kind
enough to include an interior flap with a doughnut-shaped
neoprene pad to cushion Penny's ankles, but cruel enough to
include the rubber tubing. The smaller loop was stretched
around Penny's big toes, binding them together, the larger loop
encircled her feet, binding them together, and the
connecting tubing stretched from the neoprene ankle-cuff to the
foot-loop to the toe-loop and encouraged Penny to flex her feet
in a slightly lifted position. With a little effort Penny
found she could stretch the tubing and point her toes, but that
made the tubing tighten up and pull back. She couldn't
hold the on pointe position for long.
Penny stared down her bare legs at her black neoprene, plastic,
and rubber toe-foot-ankle-bondage-thingie. As a rigger,
Penny was impressed and made a mental note to inquire if the
manufacturer had a website, once she wasn't gagged. As a
damsel-in-distress, however, she was... unappreciative.
Penny was also unappreciative when―"Mrrrf!"―Rada once again
scooped her into her arms and carried her away. She didn't
bother squirming and/or wiggling her naked, armbinder,
body-harness, and toe-foot-ankle-thingie bound body against
Rada's tall, tan, magnificent, and not bound body, but
she did return to staring daggers at Rada's smiling face.
As always, Rada was impervious to her imaginary, razor-sharp
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her precious burden up the grand staircase to the second floor,
through a maze of service passages, up a back staircase,
and into the attic.
There was a pause while Rada unlocked and opened a substantial
door, clicked on a wall-switch, then carried Penny across the
threshold and into a long, narrow, rather complicated space with
a sloping ceiling. Penny suspected it was a gallery of
massive roof joists and rafters, at least she thought she
was staring at roof joists and rafters. Penny wasn't big
on architecture and/or construction, so she wasn't sure of the
proper jargon. This Old
House was not her favorite show on
Anyway, an array of big honkin' timbers marched away into the
distance in a complex, repeating, diagonal and vertical
pattern. In cross section, the space was a right
triangle. The complicated right wall (if you could call it
a wall) was sheets of plywood, a maze of "normal" wood framing,
aluminum ventilation/heating ducts running along the base, and a
series of periodic vertical, massive timbers supporting the
diagonal massive timbers overhead. The left "wall" was the
point of the triangle. Giantess that she was, Rada had to
be careful not to bang her forehead. Petite little damsel
that she was, if Penny had been allowed to walk (or
hop), she would have been just fine.
The only light shone down from a row of dim, widely separated
fixtures with metal shades. Rada took a right turn and
carried Penny from pool-of-light to-pool-of-light.
Having nothing better to do, Penny looked around, but
unfortunately there wasn't a lot to see, other than the
plywood under Rada's feet, the aforementioned organized jumble
of big honkin' timbers, a patina of dust, and cobwebs.
There wasn't what Penny would call an excess of
cobwebs, but there were cobwebs, and cobwebs meant spiders!
Penny hoped they weren't big honkin' spiders with long,
hairy, creepy legs. Penny didn't like spiders, especially
big honkin' spiders with long, hairy, creepy legs.
And then, there was something to see. They were
approaching a rectangular object tucked against the wall and
covered by a dust cloth. Rada gently eased Penny down to
stand on her ankle, foot, and toe-bound feet―Ow!
How rude!―then carefully folded back the dust cloth to
reveal―a cage of thick iron bars!
Penny's eyes popped wide above her panel-gag. The cage was
the size of a very large steamer trunk and was bolted to the
floor in several places, as well as to the side of one of the
vertical bracing timbers. The bars were vertical, not
counting the grid of bars comprising the roof or the three rows
of horizontal bars bracing all four sides. The bars were
all about an inch thick and spaced about three inches
apart. A canvas-clad pad covered the cage floor, and one
end was a door/gate, with heavy-duty hinges, a massive iron
bolt, and secured by a modern high-security padlock. The
overall ambiance was hand-forged and medieval, and the thing
fairly screamed inescapable.
Penny watched with dread as Rada selected the barrel-key from
the collection danging around her neck and used it to unlock the
padlock. Click! Rada then drew the bolt―Snap!―and
pulled open the cage door. Creeeee!
Penny seriously considered trying to hop away, but that would
have been a ludicrously slow and laughably futile "escape
attempt," also mildly painful for her poor toes. Instead,
Penny mustered her best pitiful gagged pout, gazed at her
statuesque captor with sad, moist eyes, and weakly squirmed in
her bonds for added effect. I'm a terrified baby
kitten, Rada. Please don't lock me in your
The gag must have dampened Penny's efforts because Rada was
unmoved. Penny, however, was moved. That
is, Rada picked her up and placed her inside the cage.
"Mrrrpfh!" Penny complained as she squirmed and struggled.
She failed to even delay the inevitable. Creeeee!
Penny was now reclined on her side inside the closed, bolted,
and padlocked cage. There wasn't nearly enough room for
her to stretch her legs full length―even if she was 5' 2", the
ideal height for comely young damsels―so her knees were bent and
her bound feet and toes pressed against the cool iron bars.
"Until later, Kattunge," Rada purred, then turned and
Penny watched with sullen resignation as Rada's tall, tan,
sinister/gorgeous body receded into the distance, passing from
pool-of-light―into silhouette―to pool-of-light―into
silhouette―etc.― and then was gone. The distant door
banged shut, all the lights winked out, and Penny was
alone in the inky darkness... except, maybe, for the
hypothetical horde of big honkin' spiders with long, hairy,
creepy legs lurking among the roof joists and rafters.
Penny squirmed in her bonds. At least the cage has a
cushion, she thought, sighing through her gag, and the
cushion is... adequate. So... what to do?
The naked, bound, gagged, and caged damsel pondered her many
options for several long seconds... and finally reached a
Oh, I know. I'll languish.
And languish she did.
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