Cedar Wind Farm
The Saturday after Robin, Leda, & Jordan
returned to town
Cody Archer tugged on
the steel manacles imprisoning her wrists, with no result other
than the clinking and rattling of the taut chains linking said
manacles to a pair of heavy steel rings sunk just below ground
level in Miriam's lawn. She also kicked her feet against
similar steel shackles imprisoning her ankles and linked by
similar chains to similar rings. The cuffs were heavy and
wide with thick walls, but were smooth, with rounded edges,
their contours fit her anatomy, and they were arguably
"comfortable." They were also inescapable.
The captive was spreadeagled reasonably close to the deck
attached to the back of the farmhouse, and she wasn't
going to escape whatever Sordid &/or Erotic Fate Miriam was
in the process of perpetrating on her naked body. Cody had
had no choice but to acknowledge that it was, indeed, Miriam's
turn to do something horrible to her (for their mutual
edification and/or gratification), so she had had no choice but
to let her do whatever it was Mistress Miriam intended to do to
her. Miriam was a wonderful person and friend, and Cody
considered it a duty and privilege to help said wonderful person
and friend satisfy her base needs and licentious urges
(especially if Cody's base needs and licentious urges
received equal treatment). That said, it was now abundantly
clear that Cody's "hostess" was in "one of her moods." She
was horny, and this was gonna be baaad!
Upon arriving at Cedar Wind Farm, Cody had exchanged hugs and
kisses with Miriam (her soon-to-be-erotic-torturer) and endured
enthusiastic greetings by Miriam's Irish Wolfhounds.
Afterwards, Cody helped Miriam corral the hounds in their
run. Then, they relocated to the kitchen and enjoyed a
welcoming cup of tea.
Niceties dealt with, Miriam then ordered Cody to strip, take a
tinkle in the guest bathroom, and report to the backyard.
Once there, the deed was done and now Cody was nude and lying on her back on
the green grass with her limbs outstretched in a stringent
spread-eagle enforced by the aforementioned steel cuffs and taut
Cody might have shared a few negative comments regarding the
standard of guest service at Cedar Wind Farm, but unfortunately,
at the moment, an inch-and-a-half silicon-rubber ball was
plugging her mouth. It was attached to the inside of a
rectangular black leather panel that pressed against her lips,
and both the ball and panel were part of a harness of narrow,
black leather straps that buckled tight at the nape of her neck,
passed to either side of her nose and across the crown of her
head, and crisscrossed under her chin.
Kneeling on the lawn with Cody's head comfortably cradled in her
lap, the Mistress of Cedar Wind Farm had tightly and effectively
caged her head, smiling and making sure all of Cody's
reddish-brown locks were properly and evenly distributed between
the various straps of the harness. Apparently, Miriam
considered it important that her beautiful (meaning gorgeous)
slender, curvaceous, and exquisitely fit 50-something
captive be as photogenic as possible (even thought she didn't
intend to take any photos).
"There," Miriam purred, smiling and continuing to comb Cody's
hair between her fingers. Her brown eyes locked with
Cody's pale-blue orbs and the longtime friends (and playmates)
shared the moment. Miriam's free hand reached down and
gently squeezed Cody's left breast.
"I promised you something special before we get down to the
serious business of you spending the rest of the weekend licking
my toes, feet, nipples, breasts, and pussy," Miriam continued,
"and I intend to keep my promise. Unfortunately..."
She gently lifted Cody's gagged head off her lap and settled it
on the grass, stood, and brushed the dirt and grass from her very
pretty printed dress. "I'm afraid that something is
going to take a little more preparation, so you'll have to be
"Mrrrf?" Cody inquired as Miriam turned and strolled to the
stairs leading to her deck, climbed the stairs, crossed the
deck, and disappeared into her kitchen. Preparation?
Cody tugged on her inescapable and very restrictive bonds.
She had no more than two inches of freedom of motion in any
Cold steel, Cody mused. Rope and leather have
their place, but there's something truly special about cold
steel. It makes me feel so... helpless. This
was far from the first time Cody had entertained such
thoughts. After all, she was a professional
metalworker and sculptor.
A few minutes later Miriam emerged from the kitchen and retraced
her steps to her naked, spreadeagled, and gagged prisoner.
From Cody's naked, spreadeagled, and gagged perspective, nothing
was changed, other than the fact that Miriam had a quart-sized
bowl in her hands and was stirring its contents with a one-inch,
camel hair brush. Smiling down at Cody, she lifted the
brush and something thick, brown, and translucent dripped from
the flat tip of the brush and back into the bowl. Whatever
the fluid was, it had the consistency of dark honey or syrup.
"This is my own special stock recipe," Miriam purred as she
resumed stirring the bowl, "a special treat for my
children. Now and then I add a little to their food, like
gravy. They simply love the stuff! Can't
get enough." She continued stirring the special
stock. "Vitamins, minerals, fish oil... it makes their
coats nice and glossy."
Just then, from the direction of the dog run, Cody and Miriam
heard a yodling yelp, which was joined by other canine voices
and became a veritable chorus.
"Obviously," Miriam purred, "the wind is blowing in that
direction. Like I said... they love it."
Cody's pale-blue eyes frowned above her gag. What does
any of that have to do with... No! She wouldn't!
Miriam had knelt in the grass and was giving Cody's entire foot
a through coating of the brown goop—including her heel, arch,
pad, the top of the foot, and especially her wiggling toes.
"Hush, Blue-Eyes," Miriam purred. The glistening stock
went on thick, with minimal drip, and was warm. Miriam had
heated it in the microwave.
"Mrrrk!" Cody continued struggling and squirming, but
could do nothing to prevent Miriam from painting her left foot,
followed by her thighs, pussy, breasts, and armpits. Now,
even she could smell the horrible stuff. Actually, the
meaty aroma wasn't all that bad. It was the context of the
stuff being slathered onto some of her most sensitive body parts
that made it horrible.
Meanwhile, the hounds continued yelping and whining.
"Patience, my children," Miriam chuckled, used the brush to
empty the remnants of the brown glaze on Cody's stretched,
well-sculpted stomach, making sure it pooled in her navel and
dripped onto her pubic bush. She then used the brush to
give Cody's tummy an even coat. "Don't worry," Miriam said
as she stood and smiled down at her spreadeagled, naked
captive. "They won't bite."
Cody stared daggers at her smiling tormentor.
"Mrrrpfh!" The brush had tickled a little as it spread the
warm "dog gravy" across strategic portions her stretched
body. How much worse would be the sensation of the Wolf
Hounds' slobbering tongues? She watched as Miriam turned
and once again climbed the stairs to the deck, crossed the deck,
and disappeared into the kitchen. She tugged on her
manacles and squirmed in her uncompromising steel bonds. A
disturbingly large fly buzzed across the lawn, settled on her
left boob, and began lapping at the stock glazing her
nipple. "Mrrrf!" Shoo fly! The fly
The kitchen door opened and Miriam emerged without the bowl and
brush. She crossed the deck, descended the stairs, and
passed her naked, bound, gagged, and meat stock anointed guest,
and strolled towards the dog run.
"Mrrrrrpfh!" Cody complained (meaning pathetically begged), but
was ignored by both Miriam and the gravy-lapping fly.
Miriam disappeared around the side of the house—there was a
pause during which the canine chorus rose in crescendo and
urgency—was followed by silence—then was followed by the four
Wolf Hounds rocketing around the side of the house and into
view, making a beeline sprint for Cody! "MRRRF!"
The hounds interpreted Cody's gagged scream as either a
greeting, an invitation to dine, or both.
Tongues! Big, wet, slobbering tongues! Four of
them! They licked her breasts, thighs, armpits, tummy,
feet, and toes! Everywhere Miriam had painted on the
apparently deliriously delicious stock glaze!
At some point in the disgusting ordeal Cody focused on the deck
and found Miriam comfortably seated in a deck chair next to a
cafe table, enjoying a nice cup of tea, and enjoying
the show. She was smiling. She was infuriating!
The canine tongues tickled! And they kept on tickling!
And it went on and on! Obviously, the Wolf Hounds
considered it a high priority that every trace of the delicious
glaze be accounted for. Lick followed lick followed
lick! On the bright side, Miriam assertion that her Wolf
Hound children wouldn't bite Cody's glistening skin had been
Revenge! Cody resolved as the dogs continued slobbering
and Miriam continued smiling and sipping her tea. Cody
fully intended to live up to her obligation to lick Miriam's
pussy on demand for the rest of the weekend, but the next time
they played it would be Cody's turn, and Cody had both
years of experience designing and fabricating erotic
entertainment (torture) devices and a fully equipped
workshop/studio. Cody was confident she'd be able to think
of something new, some Insidious Device she could use to
"entertain" Miriam. And not incidentally, she'd probably
be able to sell it to Jillian Foxwood to use in one of her Stone
Tower torture chambers... possibly with Miriam still installed
Tit-for-tat really was an important part of The Game.
Swan's "Luxurious" Apartment
evening of the Saturday during which Cody was visiting Cedar Wind Farm
"This is cruel and
depraved and mean and sadistic and...
mean!" Robin muttered, then resumed struggling
against the ropes comprising her current lesson in
Leda smiled and watched her student's ineffective
squirming. "You said 'mean' twice," she noted.
"That's 'cause you're a big fat double meanie!" Robin
Both student and teacher were naked and on the bed they now
shared in what had formerly been Leda's Bedroom but was now
re-designated as The Bedroom. Robin's old
Bedroom/Writing Room was now exclusively her Writing Room.
The fact that Leda's mattress was "Queen-size" and Robin's
"Full-size" had had a lot to do with the decision. At some
point Robin intended to get rid of her old bed, which would give
her room for a bigger desk. Her clothes remained in her
closet, so maybe her former Bedroom/Writing Room was best
described as her Writing/Dressing Room, a giant walk-in closet
where she also did her writing. Anyway... both student and
teacher were naked and on the large bed they now shared.
Leda was kneeling with her knees to either side of Robin's
glowering head. As Robin looked up at her roommate, Swan's
impish, dimpled smile was both enchanting and annoying
(in her rope-bound opinion).
Cupcake was on her back with her arms folded behind said back
and her legs in a tight tuck with her knees squashing her boobs
and her feet pointing at the ceiling. Also, what Robin
assumed was the majority of Leda's considerable collection of
white, soft, well-conditioned cotton clothesline/rope was
enforcing her peculiar posture. Leda, the rigger
responsible, had started with a "semi-sadistic" box-tie that
left Robin's upper arms pinned against her torso with her wrists
crossed and lashed against her spine and just below her shoulder
blades. Then, more ropes were deployed to craft what Leda
explained was Robin's very first ball-tie, and it was a stringent
ball-tie. Her knees were lashed together, her ankles
lashed together, and her heels pressed against her upper
thighs. An elaborate web of cinched ropes tightened and
reinforced the crunch, linking the shoulder-yoking strands of
the box-tie to her knee-bonds and encircling her folded legs and
Leda had completed the ball-tie, planted a warm, wet kiss on her
glowering student's lips, then sealed said lips with a taut,
smoothly applied strip of Elastoplast tape.
"I love the way that stuff outlines the shape of your lips,"
Leda purred as she combed stray strands of her prisoner's brown
locks from her pouting, tape-gagged face.
"Mm'rrf!" Robin had responded. Bite me!
Grooming and rigging tasks complete, Leda climbed off the bed
and smiled. "You may commence your 'courtesy
struggle.' I'll be in the shower." And with that,
she blew her captive a final air-kiss and skipped from the
bedroom. Yes, that's right, she skipped! It
was as infuriating as her gloating smile.
Robin commenced squirming, struggling, flopping, and rolling on
the bed. None of the white cotton strands of her bondage
shifted or loosened or gave her any hope whatsoever that
she'd be able to exploit a weakness in Leda's handiwork, mount
an effective assault on her bondage, and escape.
Eventually, she decided that with a great deal of concentrated
effort she might be able to work her way to the edge of
the mattress and roll off onto the floor—where she'd land with
what would probably be a painful thud—and be no closer
to wiggling out of Leda's ball-tie. Acknowledging that she
would remain a clothesline-bound bundle until Swan released her,
Cupcake "relaxed" in her tight bonds, on her side with her
tape-gagged head facing the bedroom door... and waited.
Leda took her time in the shower... and drying herself off
afterwards... and completing the rest of her evening toilette.
(Robin had completed her own preparations for bed before the
commencement of the evening's lesson.) Finally, Leda
returned to The Bedroom, smiling her maddening smile...
and with a loose coil of white nylon paracord swinging in her
left hand. She held up and shook the coil for Robin's
blinking, tape-gagged inspection.
"I bought this stuff on the way home last Thursday," Leda
explained, then stood on the mattress, reached up, and passed
one end of the cord through a steel eye-bolt screwed into the
ceiling directly over the bed. Some months in the past,
Robin had noticed the eye-bolt and asked Leda about it.
"Don't worry," the Swan responded. "I used a stud finder
to make sure it's screwed into wood and not just
"But what's it for?" Robin demanded.
"I'm thinking of buying a mobile," Leda explained, "something
pretty to hang over the bed. Maybe some hummingbirds... or
Robin noted the eye-bolt was rather hefty for supporting a
simple mobile, but shrugged and let the topic drop. Months
had passed and apparently Leda hadn't found a mobile that met
her aesthetic standards. Go figure. Anyway...
Leda dropped to her knees on the bed, rolled Robin onto her back
and box-tied arms, then smiled (continued smiling) and
used one end of the now dangling cord to tie Robin's big-toes
Robin mewled through her tape-gag—"Mrrrf!"—and wiggled the toes
in question. She succeeded in making them moving targets,
but failed miserably in preventing Leda from completing her
Leda leaned back and hauled on the cord, pulled out the slack
until it was taut as the proverbial fiddle string, then looped
the far end of the cord around the top of the headboard and tied
a quick-release knot.
Robin continued complaining—"Mrrr!"—and squirming—Ow!—while
Leda placed her knees to either side of Robin's glowering,
tape-gagged head, settled back until her butt rested on her
heels, smiled, and watched her BFF/lover's efforts.
After several seconds, Leda reached down and carefully, gently
peeled the tape from Robin's lips. "I can't make the
toe-cord too tight," she purred, using her right index
finger to tap the vertical white paracord linking Robin's big
toes to the ceiling. "As we shift our weights on the
mattress we might find it... uncomfortable."
Yeah, uncomfortable for ME! Robin fumed as she licked her
lips and swallowed. Actually, she had to admit Leda seemed
to have gotten the rigging right (as usual). 99% of
Robin's weight was supported by her shoulders, back, arms, and
butt, and the remaining one percent wasn't painful... not so
far, anyway. All the cord was doing was provide incentive
to remain balanced on her back with her feet on pointe.
"This is cruel and depraved and mean and
sadistic and... mean!" Robin muttered,
then resumed struggling.
"You said 'mean' twice," Leda noted.
"That's 'cause you're a big fat double meanie!" Robin
"So stipulated," Leda purred. "Now... tonight's lesson is
all about... how to lick pussy whilst ball-tied." She
frowned. "Is 'whilst' the right word?"
"If you're British," Robin muttered, rolling her eyes.
"You're not, so... no. Just say 'while,' and while we're
at it... when do I get to actually use all this stuff
you're teaching me?"
"Oh, Cupcake," Leda chuckled, "not anytime soon." If
ever. "You have so much to learn. This
is gonna take months. Maybe even years. You should
be grateful I'm so generous and patient." Then, while
Robin was digesting this information and trying to formulate a
snappy comeback, Leda lifted herself off her heels and resettled
her weight with her pussy hovering less than an inch above her
student's indignant mouth. "You may begin," she said,
"Wicked Swan," Robin huffed, stirring Leda's pubic bush with her
breath (and sending a shiver through her teacher's
kneeling body), then extended her tongue and set to work on the
cunnilingus portion of the evening's lesson plan.
two months after Jordan, Leda, & Robin's week-long visit to Cedar Wind Farm
nervously as she opened the front door and entered Archer
Metals' main office. A bell hanging overhead rung—Tinkle-tinkle-tinkle!—which
did nothing to calm her nerves. The front counter, Leda's
usual work station (when not busy helping Jordan, Cody, or one
of the artists "test" their latest creations) was empty.
This wasn't particularly surprising, as it was after hours and
Archer Metals was technically closed for business. Robin
was expected, so she assumed the front door had been left
unlocked for her use, and this was confirmed when Cody Archer
("The Big Kahuna," as Leda called her) immediately emerged from
the back, smiled, and gave her a generic greeting and a kiss on
the cheek (which Robin returned). Cody then threw the
deadbolt lock, tapped a keypad and armed the electronic alarm,
then took Robin by the hand and led her around the counter and
into her private office.
Cody was wearing her usual "work uniform" of boots, jeans, and a
smudged tank-top (with no bra). She released Robin's hand,
took a step back, and smiled. "What a pretty dress," she
"Uh... thanks," Robin responded (still blushing). The
dress in question was actually one of Leda's. Robin had
borrowed it (without asking), and knowing what was coming
(probably). She had to admit it was, as Cody had said,
"Take it off," Cody continued, still smiling.
"Now?" Robin demanded (whined).
"Now," Cody confirmed.
Robin heaved a Pathetically Tragic Sigh, then unbuttoned and
unzipped her (Leda's) dress and pulled it over her head.
That left her in sandals, panties, and bra.
"Isn't that Leda's?" Cody asked (still smiling). "I'm sure
I've seen her wear it in the office."
"Uh... yeah," Robin admitted. "I didn't know where this
was gonna happen, so I didn't want to get shop dirt on one of my
dresses." She unclasped and removed her bra, then
thumbed the hips of her panties, slid them down her legs, and
stepped free. "We're the same size," she added.
"Leda and I."
"Quite sensible," Cody chuckled.
Without prompting, Robin folded her underwear and Leda's dress
and placed everything in a neat stack on the seat of one of
Cody's visitor chairs, then placed her sandals on top. Now
totally nude, she faced Leda (and Jordan's) 50-something,
totally gorgeous boss, and blushed. She'd been blushing
before, but now her cheeks were crimson, her heart was pounding,
and her boobs bobbing as she took deep, even breaths. She
considered folding her left arm across the boobs in question and
shielding her crotch with her right hand, but that ship had
sailed. She tried for a brave smile, and may have
succeeded. She wasn't sure.
"Miriam is right," Cody purred. "You really are a
brave little Cupcake."
"Uh... thanks," Robin muttered, continuing to blush.
"Still, I'm a little surprised you're taking all of this so
well," Cody added.
"Leda and I talked about it," Robin sighed, "meaning Jordan's
eventual 'epic revenge.' We agreed there's no point in
tryin' to run and hide. It would only make things worse
when she found us... and she would find us."
"Brave, little, and wise," Cody chuckled.
"Besides," Robin continued, "when Tomboy called she made it very
clear that I didn't have any choice. 'Get your
scrawny little ass over here... or else.' That's what she
"I see," Cody nodded. "Jordan can be very persuasive."
Robin heaved another tragic sigh. "Especially when she's
holding your best friend hostage and threatening to do really
horrible things to her."
"You don't think she's already doing horrible things to
poor Leda?" Cody inquired.
"Well, yeah," Robin sighed, "but I said really horrible
"Indeed," Cody nodded (and smiled). She then turned to a
cardboard box resting on her desk.
Robin watched as Cody lifted a pair of chrome-plated, joined
handcuffs from the box. Without prompting, she turned 180°
and allowed Cody to lock the cuffs around her wrists.
The first pair of cuffs was followed by a second—Click-click-click-click;
click-clcik-click-click—which tightened around Robin's
upper arms, just above her elbows. Luckily (and no doubt
intentionally) the second pair were separated by a few links of
nested chain, unlike the joined cuffs on her wrists. And
then, Robin felt something tightening around her thumbs!
"Really?" Robin whined. "Thumbcuffs?"
"Thumbcuffs," Cody confirmed with a chuckle. "Turn back
Robin shuffled in a half-circle and watched as Cody pulled a
roll of Elastoplast and a pair of bandage scissors from the box,
ripped a seven-inch free from the roll, snipped it free, and
tacked it by one corner to the edge of her desk. And then—Gulp!—Cody
reached back into the box and produced a pair of pink and white
panties (in a pretty daisy pattern).
"Can you guess?" Cody purred (with an evil smile).
"I don't have to," Robin muttered. "They're Leda's.
I recognize them." She heaved what she knew would be her
final, un-muffled sigh for the immediate future and probably for
some time. She then opened her mouth and accepted the
panties her BFF and lover had worn to work that morning.
They filled her oral cavity more-or-less to capacity, but she
could and did manage to bite down and purse her lips in
preparation for the arrival of Cody's strip of Elastoplast.
"So pretty," Cody sighed as she pressed the strip home, then
used both hands to smooth Robin's new tape-gag. "Big brown
eyes... button nose... blushing, bulging cheeks... and pouting
lips under a nice, taut layer of tape. So
Yeah, whatever. Oh! Cody's hands were cupping
her breasts! "Mrrrk?"
"I'm sorely tempted to 'sample the merchandise,' as the saying
goes," Cody purred. "But your business is with 'Tomboy,'
and not myself."
Her heart tripping like the proverbial hammer, Robin panted
through flaring nostrils and stared up into Cody's remarkable
pale-blue eyes and gorgeous, smiling face. Cody's hands
were strong and firm as she gently squeezed her breasts, and
causing a shiver to ripple through Robin's pussy.
"You know the way to Jordan's workshop, don't you?" Cody
Robin nodded. She did know the way.
"The compound is locked up tight for the evening and everyone
else has gone home," Cody continued, "so you shouldn't run into
any trouble, but watch your step." She released Robin's
breasts, stepped to a side door, and opened it wide. "Just
knock on Jordan's door when you get there."
Robin eyed the open door, then Cody.
"Go, Cupcake," Cody purred, "before I change my mind."
Robin swallowed behind her tape-gag (and Leda's panties) then
carefully padded through the door and into the darkening
compound—"Mrrrk!"—and received a resounding slap on her left
butt-cheek in the process. Ow! She turned to
glare at Cody and share her feelings (somehow), but the door was
already closing. Thud. Robin made do with a
withering, tape-gagged glare that for some reason failed to peel
the paint off the closed portal, then padded away from the
office building and through the shop yard to meet her unknown
surprise, the asphalt under her bare feet was reasonably
clean. There was grit and dirt, of course, but there was
nothing she was afraid would damage her feet. Obviously,
one or more of Cody's employees pushed a broom on a regular
basis, at least in the central area. All around were
workshops and sheds protecting racks of metal bar stock and
sheets of steel from the rain, as well as stacks of wooden
pallets. She knew the entire Archer's Metal compound was
surrounded by a twelve-foot chain link fence topped by
concertina wire, but no part of the barrier was visible from her
present position. Industrial fixtures above the various
buildings' conspicuously padlocked doors provided adequate
light, but there were many ominous pools of darkness on all
Spooky! Gooseflesh dimpled Robin's arms and thighs
and her nipples were pointing, all of which were simple
physiological reactions to the cool night air—NOT!
Robin was nervous, apprehensive, and a little scared (see also
petrified). Fortunately (or not) Robin found the inner
strength to continue padding forward. After all... there
was no way to escape. The side door of Cody's office was
closed and Robin was sure there wasn't any other way back to the
parking lot or loading dock that wasn't blocked by a locked door
or padlocked gate. There was also the issue of what she
hoped to accomplish by fleeing naked, bound, and gagged into the
night. Finally, Leda and Jordan were waiting. She
didn't want to be rude, and abandoning her BFF was out of the
Jordan's workshop was right where Robin remembered it to
be. Also, it was the only door in the area that wasn't
padlocked and it was clearly labelled "JORDAN PRICE" with an
elaborate and highly decorative steel sign. There were
similar but stylistically different signs on the other workshop
doors. Obviously, Cody allowed and probably encouraged an
aesthetic competition among her resident workers/sculptors to
mark their respective territories.
With Robin's thumbs, wrists, and elbows cuffed behind her back,
turning the workshop's doorknob would be difficult at best and
impossible at worst, and she doubted she could force an audible
request for entry past Leda's panties and Cody's strip of
tape. That left her feet. A shudder of apprehension
(with the merest trace of anticipation) rippled up and down
Robin's spine at the thought of what might wait within.
Finally, she lifted her right foot and carefully kicked the base
of the steel door. Thud, thud, thud. Robin
paused, waiting for a response... Nothing. She tried
again. Thud, thud, thud. She didn't want to
kick any harder as that would probably be painful. Robin
wasn't sure exactly how she should proceed.
Suddenly, the door opened and Jordan was there, dressed in work
boots, tattered and soiled jeans, and a smudged tank-top.
No bra, Robin noted. Pokies... like Cody.
"Took your time, didn't you, Cupcake?" Jordan chuckled The
smile curling her lips was infuriating (and terrifying).
"I was afraid you were hiding somewhere and I was gonna have to
hunt you down." She stepped aside and made a sweeping
Robin tried to muster a gagged, defiant stare, but suspected she
was failing, miserably. Robin padded into the
workshop—then flinched when the door slammed shut
behind her and Jordan turned the deadbolt lock. Click!
She quickly looked around the workshop—"Mrrrk?"—and immediately
froze in place. Robin's big brown eyes were at their
widest, and her heart was pounding like a drum.
Leda was present. She was also naked, with cuffs on her
thumbs, wrists, and elbows and an Elastoplast tape-gag, all
identical to Robin's. That wasn't particularly
surprising. She could appreciate the aesthetic value of
matching bondage. She assumed Leda had someone's panties
stuffed in her mouth to complete the picture, but they couldn't
be her own, as they were currently packing Robin's mouth.
So... Jordan's panties? Possibly.
Probably. Anyway, making the roommates "bondage twins" had
a certain elegance, was only slightly surprising, and
was not what Robin found to be so shocking.
Front and center in the workshop was a low, rectangular platform
of heavy steel. It was something like two-feet by
four-feet. A narrow, two-foot long slot ran down the
center of the platform, between the long sides of its top
surface, and protruding from either end of the slot were a pair
of vertical steel poles.
The pole on Robin's right was about two-feet in height and
terminated in—"Gulp!"—a dildo! It could be called
nothing else. It wasn't an anatomically correct replica of
a male phallus rendered in latex-coated steel, but it was unmistakably
a dildo! Also, it was glistening and appeared to have
been coated with some sort of lubricant!
As for whatever topped the left pole, Robin couldn't be sure as
it was inside Leda! That is, her naked, bound, and
gagged BFF was straddling the pole and the steel shaft
disappeared inside her pussy! Robin wasn't
stupid. Obviously, the left pole terminated in a second
latex-coated dildo. Nothing else made sense—if one could
apply the term "sense" to any aspect of the current situation.
Robin took an involuntary step back—"Mrrrk!"—and bumped into
Jordan. The grinning Vengeful Villainess took a firm grip
on a handful of her hair—"Mrrrm!"—and dragged her reluctantly to
the platform, "helped" her step up onto its surface, and
positioned her with the right-hand post (and dildo!) between her
"Stay," Jordan ordered, but maintained her grip on Robin's hair
to enforce her command. She then triggered a small pedal
at the base of the platform with the toe of her right boot.
Fidgeting, squirming, and shuffling her bare feet on the cool
steel, Robin heard and felt the vibrations of turning gears and
a humming motor, and watched as the post began to telescope
upwards and the dildo slowly approached its intended
"Don't be a woosy," Jordan chuckled. "Suck it up... so to
"Mrrrf!" The blunt, rounded tip of the dildo nudged her
labia... they parted... and the shaft entered her pussy!
Thankfully, the latex member was lubricated, but its
passage and continuing penetration was disturbing, to
say the least. Finally (also, thankfully) the shaft clicked
and the motor stopped.
Robin shivered in her bonds and assessed the situation.
The thing was fully inside her (and filled her to what she was
very much willing to stipulate as "capacity"), but her feet were
flat on the floor... just barely.
"That's one advantage to having two damsels with the
exact same minuscule height," Jordan said as she released
Robin's hair. "The Swan already went through all the
height adjustments, so you don't have to, Cupcake. Don't
you feel lucky?"
'Lucky' isn't exactly the feeling, Robin silently fumed,
carefully (very carefully) squirming and further
exploring her situation.
"Welcome to my Double Damsel One Bar Prison," Jordan continued.
Robin blinked at Jordan. Huh?
Jordan turned to Leda. "She really is a novice,
isn't she." She shook her head. "Doesn't even know
what a 'one bar prison' is. Geesh."
What the hell is she... oh. The light had
dawned. Robin realized the vertical shaft between her legs
was, effectively, a prison with a single bar. Bound and/or
unable to grab hold of anything and lift herself off the dildo,
she was effectively incarcerated. Very clever, she
thought with a gagged sigh. Also depraved and evil.
She gazed at her similarly impaled and pinioned prisoner, and
noted that her BFF's skin was glistening with sweat and a few
errant strands of hair were plastered across her shining and
gagged face. This was slightly puzzling. The shop
was well heated, but wasn't exactly stifling.
Robin turned her gagged face back to Jordan. What have
you been doing to her? she demanded... or would have
demanded if it wasn't for Leda's panties and Cody's tape.
"On with the show," Jordan purred (ominously), and stomped on
"Mrrk?" both damsels commented as the motor hummed to life and
slowly... ever so slowly... both vertical posts began creeping
together, sliding along the slot and taking the occupant of
their respective dildos with them! Robin and Leda
stutter-stepped and scrambled as their feet slid on the
platform's smooth steel top and their naked bodies drew closer
and closer. They didn't really try to resist. The
motor under their feet was obviously powerful and they were
hardly in positions to exert any meaningful leverage.
The BFFs and lovers locked eyes as their nipples touched... then
their tummies... their thighs... and their breasts began
Jordan lifted her boot tip from the pedal and the motor abruptly
stopped. She pressed a different pedal, and there was a
loud click! "There," she purred. "Lock
Robin and Leda were now pressed together about as tightly as if
one had been lying directly on top of the other, only gravity
wasn't the reason their boobs were squashed or their bellies and
thighs in full contact. The position wasn't all that
uncomfortable, but it was undeniably... intimate. Robin
noted that she could feel Leda's nipple-stirrups and
navel-piercing pressing into her nipples and navel, but her
BFF's "jewelry" wasn't painful. The stuff was just...
there... as were the dildos.
Jordan sighed (gloated), then stepped behind Leda, gathered her
long, brown, tousled hair behind her head, coiled it into a bun,
and snapped a rubber band around the base. She then
stepped behind Robin and did the same thing. Next, she
strolled to a nearby shelf and returned with what both captives
recognized as a "pallet wrapper," a device with two handles used
to hold a roll of clear plastic shrink-wrap so it could be used
to bundle a stack of boxes on a pallet prior to shipping.
The prisoners locked eyes as their captor freed a length of wrap
from the roll, plastered it to Leda's left side, then began
slowly walking around the platform, clockwise, smoothly
stretching and wrapping the 18-inch wide, transparent film
around Leda and Jordan's naked and bound bodies until they were
tightly packaged. Now mummified under twenty or more
tight, overlapping layers of plastic from their bare shoulders
to their lower thighs, just above the knees, Robin and Leda
heaved a mutual sigh, or would have if their plastic cocoon
wasn't making it slightly difficult to breathe.
"A good start," Jordan announced as she ripped the plastic free
and smoothed the free end to the other layers. Then,
smiling the same gloating, evil, gorgeous smile, she pulled
fresh plastic from the roll, adhered it to the plastic already
encasing the prisoners, and resumed walking around the
platform, this time in a counter-clockwise direction.
That's right, she was adding additional layers!
Neither captive tried keeping count of the total number of
layers. It was well over fifty. They had a greater
concern: it was becoming increasingly difficult to
breathe, and inside all that plastic, things were warm and
rapidly approaching toasty, with stifling looming on
the horizon. Leda was already sweaty but now Robin was
catching up. Unfortunately the sweaty lubrication wasn't
doing them any good. Their shiny cocoon was too tight to
allow anything beyond what could be called wriggling.
Jordan ripped the plastic free a second time, smoothed the final
seam, then returned the pallet wrapper and its much depleted
roll to the shelf. She then returned to the scene of her
plasticized crime, placed her hands on her hips, and somehow
managed to make her smile even more gloating and evil.
"Swan already knows this, Cupcake," Jordan lectured, "but both
of your 'new best friends' are vibrators, and a special
program will be turning them on and off independently, at random
intervals, and, of course, with randomly varying intensity."
Of course, Robin silently sighed.
"The Swan is already familiar with the technology," Jordan
That explains the sweat, Robin reasoned.
"And with you two little pipsqueaks squeezed together like
toothpaste in a tube," Jordan continued. "I'm betting that
when one of your friends starts buzzing on 'high,' the other
will be able to feel it as if their friend is buzzing
on 'low,' or maybe even 'medium.' An interesting
experiment, don't you agree?"
The gagged and cocooned captives locked eyes, again, heaved
another barely perceptible simultaneous sigh, then turned their
gagged faces back to their tormentor.
"Well, you girls enjoy the rest of your weekend," she said, then
spun on her heel and headed for the shop door. "I reset
the program, so the fun will begin after a thirty minute
Weekend? "MRRRF!" Robin screamed through her gag
as, with a final wave, Jordan turned off the overhead lights,
stepped across the threshold, and pulled the door closed.
"Nrrr." That was Leda.
There was enough light from the compound's security lights
shining through the shop's frosted windows for Robin to see her
fellow prisoner shaking her head. Robin assumed that meant
Leda was sure Jordan was lying about leaving them in the
clutches of her insidious "Double Damsel One Bar Prison" until
Monday morning. The Evil Tomboy probably intended to go
out for pizza, possibly with Cody, then come back afterwards to
enjoy watching them squirm and sweat and cum like the proverbial
bunnies... or maybe let them go... or maybe do something else
cruel and unusual to them.
This new and wonderful game Robin found herself playing had
rules, and number one was 'do no harm,' something it had in
common with physicians' Hippocratic oath. Robin and Leda
had talked about it. Exquisite erotic torture?
Yes? Getting 'rode hard and put away wet?'
Yes. A little carefully metered pain from riding
crops, floggers, nipple-clamps, and the like? Uh... maybe.
Okay, yes. But real, lasting physical and/or
psychological harm? Never! Not ever!
Unfortunately, at the moment Leda, Robin's guide to this new,
terrifying, and wonderful world was unable to continue
their discussion, offer reassurances, and/or answer Robin's many
questions. They were both naked, bound, gagged and busy
being erotically tortured.
Elucidation would have to wait. In the meantime... The