| by Van ©2019
for a nice, long, protracted languishing session is a process.
Penny squirmed and snuggled her neoprene bound and gagged body
against the canvas-covered cushion of her inadequately-sized
cage of iron bars. Foam pad, she diagnosed,
referring to the padding under the slightly rough, slightly
scratchy canvas, possibly memory foam. Penny had
experience languishing on padded surfaces, from plush carpets to
yoga mats to piles of cushions. The pad would do. It
would have to do.
Some of the straps of her neoprene body-harness were slightly
stretched and a little annoying (like the crotch-strap, for
example), as was the black rubber tubing binding her feet and
big toes, but Penny knew she'd be okay. The same went for
her muzzle-panel-ball-gag. Would she have a few red marks
and/or creases in the fair, smooth, arguably perfect skin of her
beautiful face once she was un-gagged? Yes, but like the
marks left by expertly applied hemp ropes, they'd fade with
time. The elastic embrace of the neoprene was a constant
reminder of her utter helplessness, but she knew that eventually
her brain would start editing out the relevant inputs.
That was how things worked with rope and leather, anyway, when
they were properly applied.
Next came a general assessment of the environment. The
attic space was dry, dusty, and warm... possibly too warm.
Penny would know for sure when and if she felt her perfect skin
take on a delicate, feminine glow. She'd already decided
that such glowing was probably inevitable, but at least the
attic atmosphere wasn't what she could call hot, not at the
moment, anyway. I'm in no danger of sweating like a
pig, she decided, or a horse... or a kitten?
No, I don't think overheated kittens sweat... except for their
pads and noses. Also, they pant. Anyway, I'm in no
danger of sweating like a pig... or like Rada in the sauna.
As for the ambient light, there was no ambient light, and
Penny's pre-languishing analysis was greatly hampered by the
inky darkness. She couldn't see anything... other than
the usual ghostly, negative, floating, slowly fading images of
what she'd been looking at immediately before Rada turned out
the lights. However, Penny thought, 'inky'
doesn't adequately describe the current lack of
illumination. Stygian? Yes, Penny
decided. This place is Stygian, very Stygian.
Stygia, itself, might not be this Stygian. By the way,
where the hell is Stygia?
And then, Penny's eyes finished adapting... and she realized the
Gallery of Rafters & Joists wasn't so Stygian after all.
Faint, indirect light was shining from somewhere directly over
her head. Specifically, a small rectangle near the top of
the cage and the other side of the the cage bars was
glowing. The cage was tucked against the Gallery's
vertical wall... and a part of that wall was definitely glowing...
faintly... with indirect light.
Penny squirmed and struggled and managed to sit up, scooted
close until her face was nearly touching the iron bars, and
peered at the rectangle. It was... a ventilation
grill? This was odd (in Penny's humble opinion). The
aluminum heating and ventilation duct she'd noticed earlier took
a 90° turn up from the floor, another 90° turn to continue
across the top of the cage, then turned again and snaked around
the closest of the vertical rafter/joist timber supports.
If there's a heating duct right there, she reasoned, why
a ventilation grill in the wall? Cross
ventilation? Or is the damn thing a mood light to
improve the general languishing ambiance?
The truth dawned and Penny realized she wasn't looking at a
ventilation duct but a view-port disguised as a
ventilation duct. It was made of bronze and cast in an
elaborate Victorian floral design, and beyond she could see...
more rafters? The rafters in question were massive, lit
from below, and elaborately carved, but they were definitely
Oh. Great. How thoughtful. Thanks a
frakkin' bunch. More rafters. Pretty, Gothic rafters.
Penny heaved a disgruntled sigh, then squirmed as close to the
bars as she could and looked downwards.
Penny found she had a perfect view of the Grand Staircase, all
the way down to the Grand Entryway, itself! Actually,
"perfect" was a bit of an exaggeration, given her bondage,
incarceration, and the intervening iron bars. Also, the
angle was steep and the distance great, but she could see
the fancy-schmancy staircase and expansive entryway. Also,
Penny now knew where she was with respect to the mansion's
floor-plan. Her view-port was tucked up among the rafters
of the complicated, over-decorated, and vaulted ceiling, lost in
the deep shadows that were doing their bit to put the Spooky in
Spooky Roget Manor. Even on a sunny day (like today), with
light streaming through the fancy windows (like now), Penny's
view-port/ventilation-grill would be totally lost in the Gothic
clutter when "seen" from below.
Given her background, training, and kinky proclivities, Penny
couldn't help but concoct a scenario that explained and
justified the Roget's going to the trouble and expense to
creating the current venue.
Hmm... Penny imagined, it's the 1890's, and a
beautiful young Roget daughter and Gwyn ancestor (who looks
amazingly like Gwyn) is wearing an full-length, strapless,
formal ballgown... either that or she's naked. Yes,
naked, Penny decided. You can't go wrong with
naked. Anyway, the 'Gwyncester' is bound from her bare
shoulders to her dainty little ankles with enough hemp rope to
rig a small sailboat, effectively gagged with a plethora of
rags and scarves to keep her from calling out, and locked in
the cage... this very cage. And the guests of
her daddy's latest Society-Soiree/Party-of-the-Season are
arriving, all dressed to the nines and including her best
friends from her exclusive boarding school, including her
freminies, the Mean Girls. Also arriving would be
several handsome young bachelors and the Crown Prince
of Hunkenstein, the certified dreamy stud she'd read about in
all the papers and had been hoping to meet, flirt with, and
possibly marry so she would someday become the Queen of
Hunkenstein. It was all her Wicked Step-Mother's doing,
of course. Penny heaved a sympathetic sigh. Poor
Penny squirmed back down and reclined on her side on the
canvas-covered foam pad. It was as comfortable as she
could get, given the confines of the cage.
No, Penny changed her mind, I'll go with the
strapless gown. Naked is always appropriate, but there's
something about a damsel in a formal, strapless gown with
yards and yards of hemp rope pressing the long, full, ruffled
skirts against her legs, winding all the way up her body,
framing her half-exposed boobs, pinning her arms behind her
semi-bare back, and crisscrossing her bare shoulders.
Penny closed her eyes. She was still trying to decide
whether the beautiful young Gwyncestor in her imaginary
melodrama would be barefoot or wearing dancing slippers when she
drifted off to sleep.
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opened. She was hearing voices! She quickly heaved
herself up onto her neoprene-cleaved rump, squirmed close to the
view-port, and gazed down.
As she'd suspected, the voices belonged to Gwyn and Mandy.
Both of her fellow students/vacationers had just finished
strolling across the Grand Entryway, from the direction of the
kitchen, and were starting up the Grand Staircase.
They were clad in boots, socks, cargo shorts, t-shirts or
tank-tops, and long-sleeved, summer-weight, fly-fishing/hiking
shirts with the sleeves rolled up and secured with the little
button-up flaps typical of such shirts. Their shirtfronts were
unbuttoned and the tails tied across their stomachs.
Obviously, they'd completed their nature hike and were going
upstairs to change. There was no sign of their day-packs,
water bottles, binoculars, and walking sticks, but they would
have left them somewhere. Spooky Roget Manor probably
has an entire Hiking Equipment Storeroom dedicated to
day-packs, water-bottles, binoculars, and hiking sticks,
Penny reasoned, probably between the garage and the
kitchen... and probably a separate storeroom for
actual camping equipment like tents, folding chairs, and
Penny's alleged friends were holding hands (which Penny found to
be only mildly irritating). Their long
black/dark-brown and ginger tresses (respectively) were pulled
back in ponytails and they clutched floppy, wide-brimmed hats in
what would otherwise have been their free hands. Mandy's
ensemble was redhead-appropriate, various forest colors with
olive-green predominating. Gwyn's costume, on the other
hand, was... wait for it... predominately black, but with slate
and heather-gray accents. Penny shook her gagged
head. Even in a stereotypical hiking outfit Gwyn managed
to pull off the whole Goth/Vampire-wannabe/Emo thing.
"But who are they?" Mandy said, continuing the
conversation that had so rudely interrupted Penny's nap,
returning her to the realm of naked, neoprene-bound-and-gagged,
Gwyn shrugged. "Friends of Mother's."
Even at this distance, Penny could see Mandy roll her
eyes. "Duh! But who are they?"
"Jeez, I don't know, Ginger," Gwyn responded, "but I do know
they're not locals. Rada said so. She also said we'd
meet them later. They're staying the night."
"Well then... okay. I guess we'll learn more then."
Gwyn smiled. "I guess."
Her alleged friends and potential rescuers were now halfway up
the stairs and Penny realized she was losing her chance to turn
potential rescuers into actual! If the acoustics allowed
her to clearly hear Gwyn and Mandy's conversation, and it did,
perhaps it would work the other way! Penny took a deep
Green eyes suddenly wide, Mandy froze in place (also bringing
Gwyn to a halt as they were still holding hands). "What
was that?" she demanded.
Gwyn shrugged. "I don't know." Her smile took a
sinister curl. "Maybe... a ghost?"
Mandy favored her girlfriend with a skeptical stare. "The
restless spirit of one of your evil ancestors?"
Gwyn shrugged again. "All old houses make weird noises."
Mandy managed a wry smile. "Especially Gothic
monstrosities belonging to kinky families with more money than
Gwyn gasped in mock outrage. "Oh, I like that. Be
hateful why don't you?"
Mandy wasn't at all contrite. "As I recall, 'Gothic
monstrosity' is a direct quote from when you first told me about
this place." Her smile broadened. "I'll grant you
the 'more money than sense' remark was pretty cold, but 'kinky'
is spot on."
Gwyn laughed. "You're right. 'Kinky' is spot
Penny's Brave & Heroic Rescuers resumed climbing the
stairs. In fact, they were nearly at the top of the stairs
and would soon be gone! Penny decided to give it one more
"There it is again," Mandy said. "You don't suppose―"
Penny heaved a sigh of tragic proportions. Mandy's voice
had suddenly faded into faint, unintelligible noise... and now
was gone altogether. The acoustics had decided to suddenly
shift to Cone of Silence mode. Penny's fellow
students/vacationers and clueless, potential rescuers were gone.
So... back to languishing. Penny wiggled away from
the bars and flopped down onto her side. Maybe I can
get back to sleep, she thought (hoped), and closed her
eyes... then opened them again. Wait... We have
visitors? Who are they? It was the same
question Mandy had asked, but the inky darkness of the Grand
Gallery of Joists/Rafters & Languishing Parlor was no more
forthcoming than Gwyn had been in solving the mystery.
Penny heaved a resigned, well-gagged sigh... then closed her
|The Perils of Penny Parr
honkin' spiders with long, hairy, creepy legs were a no-show...
so... Penny did a strategic withdrawal into Slumberland...
(and dreamed of the hypothetical bound and gagged Gwyncestor
(who looked a lot like Gwyn) languishing in Penny's place
while the faint strains of Strauss waltzes wafted up to her
attic prison from the mansion's Grand Ballroom... where all
the poor, pathetic Roget-damsel's exquisitely gowned and
coquettishly giggling friends and freminies were taking turns
dancing with the Crown Prince of Hunkenstein and all the other
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ zzzzzzz ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Wake up, Kattunge."
Penny opened her eyes, heaved a sigh, and glared through
the bars of her cage. The lights were on and Rada was
back, smiling down at her with her smug, irritating, and
incredibly beautiful smile. The tall, tan amazon was
dressed in a simple but form-fitting dress and a pair of
sensible but stylish shoes, the same Senior Servant Uniform
she'd been wearing when Penny first arrived at Spooky Roget
Manor. If the intent of the ensemble was to make Rada look
frumpy, it was a pathetic and absolute failure. Rada was
as gorgeous as ever. Penny didn't think it was possible
for Rada to be anything but gorgeous. It was
"Mistress Roget has visitors she'd like you to meet," Rada
announced, then unlocked the cage, reached inside, grabbed
Penny's neoprene-bound ankles, and pulled her from the cage.
How rude! Penny fumed as Rada picked her up and heaved
her onto her shoulder in another fireman's carry. Feet to
Rada's front and gagged-head to the rear, Penny's hair flounced
and settled around her head, partially obscuring her view of
Rada's linen-clad rump and striding legs.
Obviously, Penny thought, Bethany's 'visitors' are
the same 'friends' Elf and Ginger were discussing on the
stairs, and if I'm gonna meet visitors, that means no neoprene
bondage, a hot shower, and clothes, right? The
journey from the attic gallery continued. Clothes,
Penny mused. I remember clothes. I used to wear
As it turned out... not so much. Rada carried Penny
through the attic, down two sets of service stairs to the ground
floor, through the maze of sitting rooms, parlors, and
whatever-rooms, into a greenhouse of some sort, and past the
manor's indoor swimming pool. Penny heard water splashing,
but couldn't see who was swimming. Rada continued through
a set of French doors and out onto the back lawn. Penny
didn't know where they were going (other than outside) but she
very much doubted it was to a dressing pavilion with a neatly
stacked cache of her previously stolen clothes.
Rada lightly tapped Penny's left butt-cheek. "Settle down,
Yeah, sure, why not? Penny silently fumed. Apparently,
Bethany's visitors were the kind that didn't mind meeting
naked, bound, and gagged kidnapped damsels. Why
not? It's not like that's disturbing or
Penny didn't have much of an opportunity to ponder the
possibilities. They left the lush lawn and Rada stepped
onto a tiled surface. Penny could smell chlorine, which
suggested another pool, and then―"Mrrrf!"―she was heaved off
Rada's shoulder, spun around, and her bound feet and toes
planted on the sun-warmed tiles. Rada's hands on her bare
shoulders held her steady. She shook her tousled blond
curls from her gagged face―"Mrrrm?"―and her blue eyes widened.
Rada had, indeed, delivered Penny's naked, bound, and gagged
self to a big, naturalistic, really nice outdoor swimming pool,
complete with waterfall. Bethany was reclined on a lounge
chair to Penny's left, and sitting to her left (directly in
front of Penny) were a pair of remarkably beautiful women.
Seriously. Remarkable. If Penny hadn't been
muzzle-panel-ball-gagged, she would have made a remark to that
effect. 'You two are really beautiful!' Yeah,
something like that... only clever and not embarrassing.
Like Bethany, the strangers were brunettes. Unlike
Bethany, they were wearing very attractive, designer-label,
summer-weight dresses and obviously expensive sandals.
Bethany was almost naked in a skimpy, black, string bikini, and
her feet were naked, meaning bare.
Penny noted that the stranger directly in front of her was...
elderly, like Bethany... maybe. Penny wasn't entirely
sure. The brown-eyed woman had this Timeless Beauty thing
going. Also, she had a killer bod, with generous (but not
overly bulbous) boobs, a wasp-thin waist (within reason), and
legs... really nice legs. She exuded (so to
speak) health and fitness, like an elite athlete or a highly
trained dancer. Also, she had a stunning smile to
go with her stunning body.
has no idea that Jane is a senior
operative of the mysterious "Sisterhood.")
¢ 5' 8" (1.73 m)
¢ dark-brown hair
¢ brown eyes
stranger (the brunette on Bethany's far left, the "elderly"
stranger's left, and Penny's right) was only semi-elderly,
like Rada. She had blue eyes... remarkable blue
eyes, and like her older fellow stranger, had a gorgeous,
athletic, very feminine, very athletic, but
not quite as big-boobed figure.
has no idea that Jane is also an
operative of the mysterious "Sisterhood.")
¢ 5' 8" (1.73 m)
¢ brown hair
¢ blue eyes
sweet (and in no way gloating and infuriating) smile,
Bethany indicated the first stranger with a graceful
gesture. "Penny, allow me to introduce my good friend,
"Hello, Penny," the stunningly beautiful and
possibly-even-older-than-Bethany stranger said, smiling
broadly. "I'm very pleased to meet you."
Bethany indicated the Rada-aged stranger with a second graceful
flip of her wrist. "And this is Frankie."
"Hello, Penny," Frankie purred. "And may I say, your
surveillance photos and videos don't do you justice."
Penny blinked in surprise. Surveillance? Are
these guys cops?
"Before we go any further," Jane continued, smiling at Penny,
"please note that I am using the words 'raillery' and
'fortition' in the same sentence."
Penny continued blinking. That was a Doctor Bondage
authentication code, one of several prearranged word pairs
Cousin Beebe or Suki could use in a letter, e-mail, or text
message to let her know it was genuine and not coerced!
"Your cousin, Beebe Bond, sends her love," Jane continued.
"As does her associate, Suki," Frankie added.
Bethany turned to Rada, placed her right hand over her mouth,
then nodded at Penny.
Rada's smile widened. "Are you trying to tell me you'd
like to be gagged?"
Jane and Frankie laughed, Bethany favored her supposed servant
with a wry smile, and Penny started blinking again.
Bethany heaved a tolerant sigh. "Please remove Penny's
gag, then bring your little 'Kattunge' a nice cool
Rada stepped behind Penny, parted her tousled blond hair, used
her specialized snap-buckle tool to release the
muzzle-panel-ball-gag's strap, then eased the gag's spherical
plug from her mouth. Penny worked her jaw, licked her
lips, and watched with keen interest as Rada stepped to a side
table, filled an acrylic tumbler with ice from an insulated
bucket, lifted an insulated carafe, and poured some sort of
pulpy, red-orange liquid into the tumbler. She then
carried the drink to Penny and held it so she could take a
It was some sort of fruity cocktail, a blended concoction with
rum. Penny deigned to accept another sip. Yes, there
was definitely rum, and whatever it was, it was good,
an excellent gag chaser.
Bethany, Jane, and Frankie had icy, fruity tumblers of their own
and they all took sips. Penny decided it was one of those
monkey-see-monkey-do moments. If she wasn't so effectively
neoprene-bound, she would have scratched herself to see if
they'd do that as well.
"I have something to take care of," Rada announced as she
carried Penny's tumbler to the low side-table next to Bethany's
lounge chair. She then beamed her infuriatingly smug and
beautiful smile at Penny in farewell, turned, and sauntered back
to the mansion.
Bethany scooted to one side and patted the cushion next to her
bikini-clad form. "Over here, Penny darling," she
Penny eyed the lounge chair, speculatively. It was wide
enough for two (for two very chummy friends,
anyway). Also, it was adjacent to her only twice-sipped,
icy, and delicious rum cocktail. Sure, she
decided, why not? Then, Penny realized she'd been
standing on her toe-bound, foot-bound, and ankle-bound feet all
along, meaning ever since Rada planted her on her feet. Ow!
she belatedly and mentally complained, then carefully
executed the three careful, humiliating, but not particularly
precarious hops required to reach the lounge chair.
(Hop.) Ow! No doubt... (Hop.) Ow!
They like... (Hop.) Ow! Watching my
It had been obvious that while Penny made her brief journey,
Bethany, Jane, and Frankie had been poised to leap from their
chairs and catch her if she started to fall, but they let her
make the short, kangaroo-style sojourn on her own.
Bethany's proclivities Penny knew about, but the interest with
which Jane and Frankie smiled and watched her progress spoke
volumes about their tolerance and even appreciation of
damsel-in-distress related activities.
I guess these two are friends of Beebe and Aunt Suki,
Penny thought as she eased herself down onto the lounge chair's
cushion... and against Bethany's right hip. The High
Mistress snuggled close, embraced Penny's bound and naked body
from the side, and planted a kiss on her blushing left cheek.
"Is my face disfigured?" Penny asked Bethany in a near whisper.
Bethany chuckled, reached across Penny's bound body to lift her
tumbler (her arm brushing Penny's neoprene-strap-framed breasts
in the process) and held it to Penny's pouting lips. "Your
face is as beautiful as ever, darling girl," she purred.
Penny watched (and blushed) as Jane and Frankie exchanged a
smile, then, once again, focused on her allegedly not disfigured
"To put more of our cards on the table, Penny," Jane said,
"Frankie and I represent a large organization, of which
Bethany is also a member."
"A junior member," Bethany purred, "not nearly as
senior as my good friend Jane."
"But a valued member, nonetheless," Jane chuckled, then
shifted her gorgeous smile back to Penny. "Your cousin
Beebe and Suki have been recruited and are undergoing... shall
we say... indoctrination."
"That's one way to put it," Frankie chuckled, then took a sip
from her tumbler.
"Behave," Jane chided her companion. "Anyway, while Beebe
and Suki find their places in our organization, I'm afraid your
training program will have to be extensively revised."
Penny realized her heart was hammering. Apparently (being
so close), Bethany had also noticed. She gave Penny
another hug and kissed her cheek, once again.
"Uh... I don't understand what you're talking about," Penny
"Put another way," Jane continued, "Dr. Bondage and her partner
in crime have experienced an abrupt change of career, which
mean's Dr. Bondage's beautiful and talented young apprentice
will have to change her plans."
Penny was surprised (and disappointed in herself) to find her
eyes welling and her lips on the verge of trembling. "I-I
want to talk to Beebe," she mumbled.
"I'm afraid that isn't possible," Jane answered with a
sympathetic smile. "Not at this time, and possibly not for
"Why?" Penny inquired (whined).
"Beebe and Suki are immersed in their indoctrination
and retraining programs," Jane explained.
"At an undisclosed location," Frankie added.
Jane favored Frankie with an unmistakable reprimand that took
the form of a warm smile. "Stop. Helping."
"Yes, ma'am," Frankie answered, also smiling (and instantly
"But..." Penny couldn't continue. Beebe had taught
her to maintain complete control of her emotions at all
times. Apparently, she needed more lessons... and now she
wasn't going to get them! All of Penny's plans and dreams
were tumbling down around her!
"Don't you worry about a thing, darling," Bethany cooed.
"Your tuition and stipend will continue, as will your education
at Lewis and Clark. I'll see to it. And you will
be able to communicate with your cousin, eventually."
She shifted her focus to Jane. "Correct?"
"Almost certainly," Jane nodded.
"Almost?" Penny whined.
Still smiling, Jane shrugged. "I'm not a seer, but I'd put
the odds at roughly 99.9%."
"'Roughly,'" Frankie chuckled, earning herself another smile and
an eye roll from Jane.
"When?" Penny demanded.
"That I'm not so sure about," Jane sighed. "It
will almost certainly be a few months. First, you'll start
receiving letters, and you'll be able to reply. When you
return to school, I urge you to concentrate on your
studies. I know that's what Beebe wants you to do, and
Bethany hugged Penny, again. "We know it's a lot to take
in all at once, Penny darling."
"No kidding," Penny mumbled.
"We realize we're throwing you in the deep end and hoping you
can swim, so to speak," Jane said earnestly, "but our
psychologists agree you have the strength of character,
maturity, and intelligence to adapt to the situation,
and eventually, you may become a valued member of our
"What organization?" Penny demanded.
Jane's smile widened. "We'll talk more later, Penny, after
you've had more time to digest what I've told you."
Frankie rose from her chair. "I think that's an excellent
idea," she said as she began unbuttoning her dress, "meaning the
'deep end' metaphor."
Jane rolled her eyes, again. "Frankie."
Frankie didn't reply. Instead, she continued smiling what
Penny considered to be a rather predatory smile as she
disrobed. Penny, Bethany, and Jane watched―Penny with wide
eyes and Bethany and Jane with indulgent smiles―as Frankie
shrugged and stepped out of her dress, unbuckled and removed her
sandals, then removed her bra and panties. She then neatly
folded her clothes and placed them on her chair.
"If you give me a moment," Bethany purred, "I can have Rada
bring you a bikini."
Frankie grinned. "Thanks, but no thanks."
Penny blinked in appreciation. Yowser! Frankie
fully clothed was beautiful. Frankie in the nude was breathtaking!
She was strong and tan and gorgeous and athletic. Rada was
taller (of course) and the Norwegian Troll's breasts were fuller
(a little), but Frankie's sweater puppies would do quite nicely,
especially once free of that annoying proverbial sweater!
Also, Frankie had a really nice pubic bush, neatly
trimmed, but thick and dark and curly and... she was padding in
"Hey!" Penny complained as Frankie lifted her into her
arms. "No!" Frankie was carrying her towards the
pool! Penny looked back and appealed to her hostess.
"You'll be fine, dear," Bethany purred. "Frankie is an
expert rescue swimmer."
"She is," Jane confirmed, "among many other things."
Penny squirmed in Frankie's arms. "Can we talk about
this?" she whined as they reached the edge of the pool.
"No," Frankie answered, then jumped.
Actually, a dip in the pool was refreshing, but Penny wasn't
about to let anybody know that was how she felt, least of all
her new friend Frankie. After several aquamarine, bubbling
seconds... Penny and her naked handler bobbed to the surface.
Penny shook her wet hair from her face, as best she could, and
stared very sharp, very wet, but totally ineffectual daggers at
Frankie's gorgeous, smiling face. "You rat!"
"Frankie laughed. "Water-rat!" She then
released her hold and swam away.
"Glub!" Penny wiggled and righted herself until she was
floating with her head (and boobs) above the surface. She
kicked her bound legs and continued glaring at
Frankie. Bound as she was, treading water was difficult,
but Penny was a good swimmer and managed to save herself from
drowning. The fact that her bonds were all made of
neoprene and plastic probably helped... or at least weren't an
And then, Penny had a somewhat disturbing (maybe) minor
epiphany. Neoprene. Plastic. No
metal. Did Rada know all along I was gonna wind up in
the pool? Or is this a happy coincidence and it just happens
to be Neoprene Day?
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poolside, Bethany and Jane were having a quiet conversation.
"In her place," Bethany said as she watched Penny "swim" and
Frankie make sure she didn't drown, "I think I'd be a blubbering
wreck. She's such a strong and adaptable young
woman. I'm impressed."
"I agree," Jane purred, "but her talents, intelligence, and
energy need to be channeled in a better direction than
kidnapping-for-hire. I think that subcommittee of the
Council of Great Mothers made a good call. Penny Parr
needs nurturing, not stifling."
"Actually, she needs both." Bethany smiled at Jane.
"I'll do my best, and my Gwyneth will help."
Jane's smile widened. "I know. The Council has plans
for your Gwyneth, as well."
Bethany blushed with pride. "We all serve as best we can,"
she intoned, "some as humble affiliates, like myself, and some
as future members of the Council, like yourself.
And don't give me that self-deprecating smirk. Everybody
knows you're on the short list. But tell me, with your
busy schedule of juggling your many earthshaking projects, how
is something as minor as directing Penny Parr to the straight
and narrow even on your radar?"
"Sally," Jame answered.
Bethany lifted an eyebrow. "Sally."
"Sally is a big help with all our endeavors," Jane
chuckled, then grew more serious. "And I've found that
when she brings something to my attention, no matter how trivial
it might appear on its face, it's a very good idea to
listen. Sally started following Penny's 'career' soon
after she started monitoring the FBI's Dr. Bondage task
force. I assume you're familiar with the Butterfly
Bethany nodded. "A butterfly in China flaps its wings and
sometime later a hurricane blows through the Caribbean.
Tiny changes in initial, small-scale conditions can drastically
alter large-scale outcomes. That's one reason extended
weather forecasts are of limited value, and why the fine
details of climate prediction models are somewhat
Frenzied splashing and hysterical soprano laughter interrupted
the conversation. Frankie was taking advantage of Penny's
helplessness to deliver a very wet tickling to the thrashing,
kicking, giggling and shrieking young blonde. Frankie's
actions were truly despicable and totally unfair.
Bethany and Jane smiled and sipped their drinks.
"Anyway," Jane continued, "when Sally suggests that one
particular butterfly merits my attention, I take the time...
especially as Sally winds up doing most of the actual work."
Bethany frowned. "It's a little scary having an artificial
intelligence that deeply embedded in the Sisterhood's planning
"Sally agrees," Jane purred. "She allows us to use her
capabilities for things like surveillance, expert systems
analysis, and data-mining, but refuses to be entrusted
with unsupervised power. Sally isn't Skynet, and she
doesn't want to be Skynet. Imagine the hassle of
chasing down each and every butterfly and persuading
them to flap their wings or not flap their wings
according to your plan. She says ruling the world
would be an incredible hassle... and a colossal bore."
"So she says," Bethany sighed, "but then, the Sisterhood is
neither the Freemasons nor the Illuminati, and we
certainly don't want to rule the world, right?"
Jane's smile widened. "So we say."
|The Perils of Penny Parr
Gwyn and Mandy
were in a cozy reading room on the mansion's second floor, but
that was "cozy" on the scale of Spooky Roget Manor. It was
actually a generous, complicated space, a series of
interconnected nooks and alcoves that provided
semi-privacy. There were decadently comfortable
overstuffed sofas and easy-chairs, as well as elaborately carved
desks and side tables, bookcases, stylish, expensive lamps and
knickknacks, etc., the sort of thing you'd expect to find in an
exclusive gentleman's club, with the exception of elderly
aristocrats and titans of industry in expensive suits reading
newspapers, smoking pipes and cigars, and hushing anyone who
dared to utter a word.
The girlfriends were dressed in bikinis as they'd recently
completed numerous and vigorous laps in the indoor pool (in lieu
of the time in the gym they'd promised Rada earlier). As
they finished their watery exercise and were climbing from the
pool, Mandy had glanced through the glass window-wall and
noticed Rada carrying a naked, bound, and gagged Penny across
the lawn towards the outdoor pool. She pointed
this out to Gwyn and the dripping wet brunette had grinned and
grabbed her towel. "C'mon!" she urged. They'd taken
the time to dry themselves and remove their swim-caps, but not
to get dressed. Gwyn explained she knew the perfect venue
from which they could spy on what was happening, but they had to
The venue was their current reading room location, of course,
and Gwyn and Mandy were gazing through a bay window that
afforded a perfect view of the pool and its associated lounging
area. Gwyn's right eye was pressed against the eyepiece of
a brass, antique telescope on an oak tripod. "Whoever they
are," Gwyn muttered as she adjusted the focus, "they're
"No kidding," Mandy huffed. She could see Penny, Bethany,
and the two strangers/visitors, but only in distant,
non-magnified detail. "When is it my turn?" she
"Now," Gwyn chuckled, then stepped away from the telescope.
Mandy smiled, took her place, and peered through the
eyepiece. "Yeah... they're beautiful." She shifted
the telescope, slightly. "Is that neoprene on Penny?
The harness looks tight. Oh, look, one of your
mother's visitors is undressing!"
Gwyn tapped Mandy's shoulder. "Ahem."
"Stop," Mandy complained. "It's my turn!
Nobody likes a telescope hog. Anyway... whoever she is...
"A-hem!" Gwyn reiterated.
"What?" Mandy demanded, turned her head to glare at her
girlfriend, noticed that Gwyn's blue-eyed stare was directed at
something behind them, turned to see what was so
interesting... and her green eyes popped wide in alarmed
Rada, resplendent in her Senior Servant Uniform, was standing
across the reading room and smiling (leering) at the bikini-clad
youngsters. A black canvas duffel was clutched in her
right hand (which Gwyn and Mandy didn't find to be at all
"There you are, ladies," Rada purred. She stepped
forward several paces and dropped the duffel to the floor.
It landed on the plush carpet with a metallic clatter (which
Gwyn and Mandy also didn't find to be at all
ominous). "I've been looking for you." Rada's
ubiquitous smile widened. "Strip for Rada."
|The Perils of Penny Parr