miserable. She'd long since given up all efforts to free
herself. It wasn't possible to even shift the ropes of her
hideous hogtie around to create slack she could exploit, much
less untie any of the knots and eventually extricate
herself. All she could do was hang in the ropes
semi-suspending her from the ring set in the stone (or concrete)
wall. Her stomach and thighs rested on the scratchy,
jabbing, straw-filled burlap pallet serving as her dungeon bed,
and she was going to remain that way until she was
released. Obviously, her best course of action was to
remain still and not waste energy. Also, her breasts were
hanging in midair, just above the burlap, and the tips of her
nipples brushed across the coarse fabric whenever she
struggled. She'd just as soon that didn't happen. It
was another incentive to refrain from struggling.
Every now and then, however, Heidi had no choice but to
squirm in her bonds in order to avoid cramps. For now, it
was working, meaning her muscles hadn't contracted in painful
spasms; however, her efforts were, indeed, scraping her nipples
on the burlap whenever she tried to move. That wasn't
exactly painful—yet—but she was not having a
Time passed. How much time Heidi wasn't at all sure, but
her best guess was that more than an hour had passed since she
was abandoned to her cruel fate.
Suddenly... Clink-clank... Rattle-ping...
Creeeee... The dungeon door was unlocked and
opened and Kassidy, the perpetrator of Heidi's horrific hogtie
ordeal, had returned to the scene of her crime.
Kassidy stood in the doorway and smiled down at Hogtied
Heidi. As before she was wearing black boots, jeans, and a
tank-top (and this time she was also showcasing an impressive
pair of pokies). Also as before, her smile didn't extend
to her cold, dark eyes. After careful consideration, Heidi
decided she didn't particularly like Peyton's kung-fu savvy
minion. Kassidy was definitely off Heidi's
Christmas card list.
"You look amazing," Kassidy purred. Her eyes remained cold
and predatory, but her smile suggested she was sincere (and her
pokies that she was, indeed, enjoying Heidi's predicament, in
some sadistic fashion).
Heidi's only response was to gaze up at her
captor/handler/kidnapper. Was she frightened? Yes,
but she was also pissed off—only not enough to risk pissing off
Kassidy and making things worse. And as cruel and
unpleasant as her current predicament might be, she realized
things could always get worse. The problem was,
she wasn't sure how she should proceed. It Kassidy was a
total sadist, she was screwed no matter what she did. But
if she wasn't, meaning Kassidy was only a partial sadist,
just maybe, if Heidi played her cards right, they could reach an
"accomodation" that didn't involve quite so much tight rope and
"Peyton told me to leave you like this until sundown," Kassidy
continued, "but we have a standing agreement that I'm the one
making all important decisions about punishment and persuasion,
both for you and your snooty British professor."
She entered the cell, knelt at Heidi's side, and began untying
the ropes enforcing the hogtie. "But don't worry," she
continued. "I won't untie you completely.
You'll still get to play with my ropes for the rest of the day."
Heidi sighed in relief as the ropes attaching her to the ring
loosened and she settled fully onto her stomach and
breasts. She rested the right side of her face on the
"soft" pallet with a gagged sigh. The ropes lashing the
full length of her arms together behind her back (with her
elbows touching) remained tightly in place, as did the network
of cinched double strands yoking her shoulders, pinning her arms
against her torso, linking her wrist-bonds to her crotch rope,
and binding her crossed ankles.
Kassidy continued untying knots and releasing rope bands,
allowing Heidi to straighten her legs, which was a good thing.
Heidi responded with more gagged sighs. But then, Kassidy
reapplied the rope, and with the same consummate
skill. She lashing Heidi's legs together from her thighs
to her ankles, anchoring the leg-bondage to the crotch-rope
above, and looping, tightening, and cinching rope around her
feet and big-toes to anchor the bondage below.
Heidi's leather panel-gag (with leather plug) remained
intact. "Mrrrm," she complained weakly, and was ignored.
Kassidy then passed the free end of the rope tied through and
around Heidi's folded braid to the ring on the wall, the former
anchor of her former hogtie, and tied a complicated knot.
Heidi was now lying full-length on the pallet, naked, bound from
shoulders to toes, gagged with a tight panel-gag of brown
leather, and loosely tethered to the wall by her hair.
"That should hold you," Kassidy purred.
No, ya think? Heidi thought glumly.
"I'll be back before dark," Kassidy promised as she strolled to
the open dungeon door, then paused in the threshold. Once
again, she was in full-on gloating mode. Heidi could
tell. "If the boss decides she wants me to do something to
the blonde," Kassidy added, "I may be late, but I'll get here as
soon as I can... to put you to bed."
"Mrrrrmpfh!" Heidi complained as the door closed—Creeeee...
thud!—and was locked—Rattle-ping, clink-clank.
Heidi squirmed in her bonds. Put me to bed? What
the hell does that mean? She continued squirming and
testing her revised bondage. The ropes passed the
exam. Heidi failed. But what time is it now?
she wondered. How long is it 'til dark?
She squirmed some more, then heaved a gagged sigh. And
what are they doin' to Doc?
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Ryder, Professor of History at Lewis & Clark University,
found herself simultaneously terrified, exhilarated, on the edge
of panic, and intellectually excited. It was an untenable
position, but she had no plan to achieve a more balanced
She had agreed to at least look at whatever material
Peyton claimed was the medieval historical equivalent of a chest
full of gold, silver, and precious gems, communicating her
surrender by means of a frantic, wide-eyed, gagged nod.
That had been to spare poor Heidi terrible torture, of
course. However, Lori's agreement to cooperate hadn't
resulted in her protege's immediate relief from the hideous
hogtie torture in question, and Lori was continuing to protest
this deficiency as best she could.
"Mrrrpfh! Mrrrrm! Mrrrf!"
"Settle down, Professor," Peyton chuckled as she had dragged
Lori through what amounted to a subterranean simulated medieval
dungeon complex, back through a large, normal-looking basement,
upstairs to the magnificent Modern mansion above, then into a
quiet little sitting room, supposedly to enjoy a late breakfast.
Lori continued protesting. "Mrrrrr!"
"I told you to settle down," Peyton purred.
Truth be told, Peyton found Lori's distress to be somewhat
entertaining. She very much enjoyed being in
control. She knelt and locked Lori's ankles in a pair of
authentic-looking (late-medieval period) shackles separated by a
foot or so of stout chain! Next, she plunked her
professorial prisoner down in one of a pair of stylish wooden
chairs (Danish Modern) in front of a café table (also Danish
Modern). The table and chairs, in turn, were in front of a
picture window providing a magnificent view of the same dry,
rocky, forested and mountainous landscape Lori had observed from
her Modern bedroom/prison-cell, before she was dragged
downstairs to witness Heidi's rope-torture. Peyton then
unbuckled and removed Lori's gag. Lori's brown leather
collar, arm-pinning strap, and bag-binder harness-system
remained fully and tightly in place.
"Please," Lori pleaded, "I've agreed to work with you.
Tell your employee to release Heidi and let her go. She
won't tell anyone about any of this, not if I order her not to."
"I'm afraid that's quite impossible," Peyton purred as she sat
in the second chair. "Not only can I not trust
your adorable little assistant to keep quiet, but part of
Kassidy's compensation is that she gets to 'play' with Heidi to
her heart's content... assuming she has a heart, of
course... meaning Kassidy. I believe that during the
surveillance phase of our operation she became quite smitten
with your student. Understandable, I suppose. Heidi
Haas is quite the little hottie... don't you agree?"
""No!" Lori gasped , squirming in her restraints.
Peyton's smile widened. "You don't think
Heidi's a hottie? Really?"
"You said you wouldn't hurt her if I cooperated. You promised."
Peyton's smile turned what Lori could only call evil.
"I'm afraid your obedience only serves to mitigate Heidi's
treatment," she purred. "If you're a bad girl,
Heidi will suffer severely, but if you're a good girl,
she'll only suffer a little. Chin up, Doctor. It'll
be an educational and character-building experience for the
"No," Lori whined. Her blue eyes were brimming with tears.
"Wait here," Peyton ordered, then stood and gracefully strolled
from the room.
Lori considered her options. She was no longer gagged and
she wasn't tethered to anything; however, her arms and
upper-body were still trapped in the brown leather binder, with
its collar and arm-pinning-strap. And now, she was hobbled
by the very solid and unpleasantly heavy steel shackles Peyton
had locked around her ankles. Even if she found a way out
of the mansion, she had no idea where to flee to seek help, or
how far away that help might be. She very much doubted a
convenient police station would be located across the street
from Peyton's lair. More probably, there would be nothing
around for miles. Also, her feet were bare and her
gauze-thin nightie was next to nothing. She wasn't dressed
for a cross-country escape.
She examined her immediate surroundings more closely.
Unlike her severely spartan bedroom upstairs, her current
location had art hanging on the walls and knickknacks resting on
various cabinets and tables. All of it was pleasing to the
eye (if one liked the Modern style); however none of it looked
especially useful for mounting a rescue of her student or to aid
their escape, and the bag-binder encasing her fingers and hands
wouldn't allow any sort of meaningful exploration of the cabinet
doors and drawers, even if she was willing to risk getting
caught in the act when Peyton returned.
And just then, Peyton did return, pushing a serving
cart (Modern, of course), and on it was a complete tea service,
a plate with a stack of finger-sandwiches and biscuits,
and—"Gulp!"—a steel collar. The collar looked similar in
material, construction, and finish to her shackles and
hobble-chain. That is, the collar was a functional but
inauthentic modern reproduction, obviously made using modern
tools and methods, but purposely crude to suggest a medieval
"Here's that breakfast I promised you," Peyton said. "And
when you've finished eating, I'll give you your pretty new
Lori's stomach growled. The mini-sandwiches looked
delicious, but she stared at the collar with disapproval.
"That isn't necessary."
Peyton smiled. "You're not hungry?"
Hah, Lori fumed, still staring at the heavy-looking steel
band. "The collar," she stated evenly.
"Oh, that," Peyton chuckled, then her expression turned what
Lori could only call wolfish. "I'll be the one to
decide what's necessary and what isn't, Professor." She
picked up the teapot. It was a Modern design with clear
Asian influences and was very pretty, if you're into that sort
of thing. "I'll be mother," Peyton quipped, then poured
tea into a matching cup and saucer, followed by a generous dash
of milk, then finally used a tiny spoon to give it a stir.
Lori noted that her captor/hostess knew how she liked her
tea. But then, the redhead had said she'd
conducted surveillance prior to the kidnapping. Also, tea
with milk was hardly unusual.
Still smiling her lopsided grin, Peyton held the cup to Lori's
pouting lips. "Careful. Hot."
Lori took a careful sip. The tea was, indeed, hot... and
"When you've finished eating," Peyton said, "I'll show you
Toland's history of the Great Heathen Army's invasion. I
have a secure reading room."
I'm sure you do, Lori thought to herself. I
just hope it isn't in your fake dungeon.
Peyton then fed the first sandwich from the plate to her
"guest." It was smoked ham, brie, and thinly-sliced apple
on lightly buttered bread. Lori's taste buds approved, as
did her stomach.
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in a tight, elaborate, web-like sheath of rope from her
shoulders to her big toes, and gagged with the leather panel-gag
(with leather mouth-plug), Heidi spent the next few hours on the
straw-filled pallet in her dungeon cell. She chose to
remain on the crude and only marginally comfortable "mattress"
for three reasons: (1) rolling off the pallet and onto the stone
floor or hopping around on said floor, assuming she somehow
managed to struggle to her feet, would be both unpleasant and
pointless; (2) she was increasingly hungry and especially
thirsty, and needed to conserve her energy for some endeavor
that had a chance of success, and finally; (3) her hair was
still braided, folded back on itself, tightly lashed, and
tethered to the iron ring set in the wall by a length of stout
rope. There was sufficient slack in the hair-rope for her
to roll around on the pallet, if she so desired, but not much
The dubious comfort of the pallet, or the hard discomfort stone
floor; those were her choices.
Time passed... and her thirst increased to the point of a minor
torment. Also, the need to empty her bladder was becoming
an issue. The solutions to both problems were at hand, in
the form of the terracotta jug with a wooden cup for a cover
(which was probably full of water), and the covered wooden
bucket (which was probably a dungeon bedpan). Both were
side by side, lined up against the stone (concrete) wall a few
feet to the right of the dungeon door, but they might as well be
in Cleveland for all the good they were doing Heidi.
Kassidy's ropes prevented her from using "the facilities."
And then—Clink-clank, creeeee!—Kassidy returned.
She was still dressed as a kidnapper-in-black and was still
smiling, and the smile in question still hadn't reached her
"Okay," Kassidy said, "I'm ready for you now."
Heidi didn't find Kassidy's arrival to be at all disturbing.
Okay, that was a lie. Kassidy was scary, but only
she could remedy Heidi's rope problem. Heidi mustered her
remaining strength and demanded to be released from the
right ropes, to be un-gagged, to be given a drink of water and
something to eat, some clothing, to be reunited with Doc, and
for both of them to be returned to the Doc's cottage,
forthwith! "Mrrrf!" (Heidi could be quite succinct
when properly motivated.)
"You still have some fight in you," Kassidy purred as she untied
the end of Heidi's hair-rope from the iron ring.
"Good." Then, without further ado, she picked up Heidi's
thoroughly bound body and effortlessly heaved her onto her
shoulder in a fireman's carry. Heidi was stomach down and
head to the rear. "Playing with a feisty damsels
is a lot more fun than tormenting a cringing, weeping
little pansy-girl," Kassidy remarked.
Heidi continued voicing her cogent and well-reasoned arguments
for her immediate release, a drink, some food, and a reunion
with Doc. "Mrrr!"
Whack! That was the sound of Kassidy delivering a
sharp slap to Heidi's right butt-cheek.
"Mrk!" That was the captive's immediate response.
Heidi decided to put her vocal complaints and demands on
hold. She did continue wiggling in her bonds for
comfort, but only a little. Lifting her gagged head and
looking back, she beheld a "dungeon corridor," stone (or
textured concrete block) walls and iron-banded timber doors
similar to the portal of her former cell. All were secured
by means of massive iron throw-bolts and crude iron
padlocks. The only light was coming from widely spaced
tiny windows set high in the walls and covered with iron bars,
like the one back in her cell.
And then, they passed through an open door and into a modern
basement with steel shelves loaded with cardboard boxes and
plastic storage tubs. There was also a large heat-pump and
other sorts of household machinery, plumbing junctions,
etc. They were back in contemporary times. And then,
they (meaning Kassidy) began climbing a set of typical modern
basement stairs. Heidi was getting a free ride.
After that, Heidi found herself being given a non-narrated
backwards tour of a large building. They climbed more
stairs and eventually she realized she was in a multi-storied
mansion. The decor, furnishings, and art hanging on the
walls were generic, uncontroversial, and "pleasantly boring,"
like in a dentist's office. Heidi liked to call the style
"Ikea Modern." She'd seen Scandinavian Modern done right,
but only on rare occasions. In any case, she was sure the
editors of Architectural Digest would have zero
interest in the place.
From the angle and quality of the sunlight shining through
various large picture windows, Heidi judged it was late
afternoon or early evening. The day was drawing to a
close. Heidi's stomach grumbled, reminding her she'd
missed at least three meals.
Finally, Heidi was carried into a spartan bedroom... then on
into an attached bathroom. Kassidy heaved her off her
shoulder and planted her on her feet, including the rope cinched
around her feet and binding her big-toes together—Ow!—which
did not appreciate. Next, Kassidy untied her
crotch-rope, which Heidi did appreciate. Her
handler then plunked her naked, gagged, and still stringently
and elaborately bound self down onto the commode seat.
"Piss," Kassidy ordered.
Heidi was happy to comply. It was a little awkward with
her thighs still more-or-less lashed together, but she
managed. She also blushed. It was humiliating...
especially the way Kassidy was standing there and smiling down
at her. And the humiliation only increased when Kassidy
flushed the john, once again lifted Heidi to her bound feet and
toes—Ow!—and used a sopping wet washcloth to give her
nether region a thorough, sloppy, and dripping wash.
Next, Heidi watched with increasing anticipation as Kassidy
filled a drinking glass with cold water at the facebasin, then
unbuckled her gag, eased the slimy leather plug from her mouth,
and held the glass to her lips. Heidi didn't wait for
detailed instructions. She leaned forward and drank as
quickly as she could, sacrificing only a little of the cool,
delicious nectar in the process, gulping and slurping as water
dribbled on her chest and breasts. She watched as Kassidy
returned the glass to its former place next to the washbasin,
then focused on her kidnapper's reflection in the mirror.
"Untie me," Heidi demanded.
"You call that gratitude?" Kassidy chuckled.
"Thank you for the drink of water," Heidi huffed. "That
was very human of you. Untie me."
"If you insist," Kassidy purred, "but not completely, and not
here." And with that she heaved Heidi back onto her
shoulder and carried her from the bathroom.
"Eeep!" This time Heidi wasn't gagged, so she was free to
express her displeasure at being hauled around like the
proverbial sack of potatoes. "Do you have to be so"—Whack!—"Ow!
"It was meant to," Kassidy purred, "now keep quiet."
Heidi decided to take the hint and kept the rest of her opinions
to herself... for now.
Kassidy hauled her helpless, pouting, and disgruntled burden
back into the main bedroom and deposited her on the bed.
That is, she tossed Heidi off her shoulder and she landed on the
mattress with an enthusiastic bounce. Heidi
considered registering some sort of profound protestation at
such casual treatment (like "Hey!"), but it was obvious Kassidy
enjoyed her prisoner's reactions to her inconsiderate treatment,
so she limited her response to a silent, severe, continuous, and
scathing stink eye.
Heidi continued glowering as Kassidy set about the task of
untying her many rope bonds... or rather, most of
them. Bands of hemp loosened and slithered away until
Heidi's legs were completely free (and naked), with the
exceptions of her ankles, feet, and big-toes. She then
rolled Heidi over onto her stomach and boobs and continued
untying the ropes.
"So, what did you think of my fish-tie," Kassidy purred as she
Heidi frowned. Now she wants to talk? "Your
"Fish-tie," Kassidy reiterated. "I call it that 'cause all
you can do is flop around like a fish. What did you
Heidi rolled her eyes. "All I could do was flop around
like a fish," she said evenly.
"Mission accomplished," Kassidy grinned. She continued
untying Heidi's bonds... but eventually it became obvious that
what she was actually doing was changing Heidi's
upper-body-bonds. Heidi was never sufficiently free to
mount a serious resistance, much less escape, but that didn't
mean she cooperated. She squirmed and wiggled and did her
best to interfere as Kassidy rearranged and tightened the
ropes. Unfortunately, Heidi's attempted hindrance
only seemed to enhance the entertainment value of the exercise
for Kassidy. Eventually, Heidi gave up completely and lay
perfectly limp as the rope slithered and cinched and tightened
into a new configuration.
"There," Kassidy said as she rolled Heidi onto her back.
The rope expert's arms were now crossed under her black
tank-top-covered breasts (with pokies) as she smiled down at
Heidi, who squirmed resentfully in her new bonds and stared
daggers at her captor. "This is called a box-tie," Kassidy
purred, "in case you're curious.
Box-tie, Heidi thought, filing the information away for
future reference, but she said nothing, continuing her offended
stare. Her arms were folded behind her back and against
her spine, then her forearms lashed together from elbows to
wrists. Horizontal ropes pinned her upper arms to her
torso, passing above and below her breasts and cinched by more
ropes that yoked her shoulders and somehow anchored everything
together. She had to admit the box-tie was comfortable,
sort of, or at least more comfortable than having her elbows
lashed together behind her back and everything else that had
gone into the infamous "fish-tie."
Heidi noted there was a lot of excess rope cluttering the bed,
remnants of her leg, crotch, and about half of her former
upper-body-bonds. She watched as Kassidy separated and
neatly coiled the tangled hemp strands and tossed the resulting
bundles onto the seat of a nearby chair. Only two loose
ropes remained on the bed. One rope Kassidy tied around
the strands joining Heidi's foot and big-toe bonds, then tied
the other end to something out of sight, near the floor at the
foot of the bed. The other rope Kassidy tied to the end of
the rope still tied through Heidi's braided and folded hair, and
up to something also out of sight and near the floor, but this
time at the head of the bed on the right. She stretched
then the rope across the mattress above Heidi's head to the left
side, passed it through yet another floor-level something, then
back to Heidi's hair, where she tied a firm knot.
The final result was Heidi, box-tied above, ankle-foot-toe-tied
below, and loosely tethered to the bed at both ends, with the
upper tether taking the form of a loose triangle. She had
plenty of wiggle-room, but wasn't getting off the bed until
Kassidy untied the tethers. Flat on her back, Heidi stared
up at her gloating handler with a resentful scowl.
"Very pretty," Kassidy remarked, then turned from the bed.
"Wait here," she quipped.
Hilarious, Heidi fumed, then watched as Kassidy strolled
to a cabinet, opened a drawer, then returned with what was
obviously a ball-gag! Oh, not good, she
decided. "Hey, c'mon! There's no need
to—Mrrrpfh!" The gag's black ball was in her mouth, and
Kassidy was deftly securing the buckle at the nape of her neck,
tight enough to make her cheeks bulge.
"Mrrr!" Heidi could hear air whistling through holes in
the spherical plug.
Kassidy's arms were back in gloating-mode, folded under her
boobs as she leered down at her naked, bound, gagged, and
indignant prisoner. "Silly girl," she chuckled. "No
need? Of course there's no need. There's no
need whatsoever. This building has excellent soundproofing,
and even if I let you scream your pretty little head off,
there's no one to hear you for miles in any direction. No
one other than myself, the boss, and your boss, the
Professor. In any case, eventually, screaming and pathetic
pleading lose their entertainment value, get irritating, and I'd
be ordered to do something about it. And I'm sure it would
make the Professor sad to hear you constantly whining."
Kassidy sat on the bed and rested her right hand on Heidi's
stomach, directly over her bellybutton. The
prisoner-of-the-bed froze in response. Not good!
Definitely not good! Heidi decided. She stared at
Kassidy's cold, reptilian smile, and tried not to panic.
"In case you haven't figured it out by now, Ms. Hass," Kassidy
said, "my job is to keep Ms. Frazier's 'guests' under
control." Her hand began to move, her palm slowly tracing
an orbit around Heidi's bellybutton. "And by guests I mean
you and the Professor, of course." Her palm continued
gliding along its smooth, sliding, circular path. "And I very
much enjoy my work."
Heidi squirmed in Kassidy's ropes and shivered under her
captor's lambent touch. "Mrrrm" she complained.
"Oh, I know, Sweetcakes," Kassidy chuckled, "but I'm afraid our
relationship, however long it lasts, is going to be completely
one-sided. I'll do what I want and take what I want, and
your opinion doesn't matter." She began expanding the
scope of her circular caress... until she included the lower
slopes of Heidi's breasts... and her pubic bush!
"Mrrrrrf!" Heidi clinched her eyes tightly closed and
fought her bonds with all her strength, but Kassidy had done her
work well. The ropes easily contained Heidi's struggles,
the tethers were tight enough to defeat her attempts to kick,
and punished her scalp when she lifted her gagged head too
Kassidy continued her massage... then leaned close and
delicately licked Heidi's left nipple. "We're going to
have a lot of fun, Sweetcakes," she purred.
"Well, I am, anyway," Kassidy chuckled, then licked
Heidi's right nipple. "Goodness, just look at your little
gals stiffen up." She flicked and pinched both of Heidi's
nipples with her left hand while her right continued its gentle
Heidi continued fighting her bonds, shivering, and doing her
best to ignore Kassidy's actions. "Mrrrf!
MRRRM!" It was impossible. Her nipples were stiff,
rigid, and tingling—Traitors!—and there was nothing she
could do to stop them, or to stop Kassidy either. It
was... physiological... at least with respect to her nipples.
And then, Kassidy stopped! She ended her right-handed
orbit of Heidi's bellybutton and her left-handed teasing of
Heidi's nipples, stood, smiled down at Heidi, and otherwise just
"Well, it's time to start cooking supper," Kassidy
explained. "No rest for the wicked." She turned and
strolled towards the bedroom door. "I'm afraid you're
going to be last in line for all meals, Sweetcakes, unless the
boss decides to invite you to sit at the main table.
Anyway, I promise I'll bring you a plate after the rest of us
eat." She opened the door, then paused in the threshold to
smile at the panting, squirming captive on the bed. "And
when I do return, we can pick up our conversation about how much
I enjoy being in control and playing with helpless damsels,
right where we left off."
Heidi watched as the door closed... there was an audible click,
no doubt the sound of the door being locked, and she was alone
in the bedroom, naked, bound, gagged, tethered to the bed, and
(as the saying goes) hot and bothered. Well... this
sucks... and 'Sweetcakes'? She's decided she wants to
call me 'Sweetcakes'? When was the last time anybody
called anybody 'Sweetcakes'? Geesh.
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