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drive to the estate took something like three hours.
Thanks to weekend traffic, the first hour and a half was
expended simply getting out of the city and away from the
metropolitan area. After that it was all small towns and
farmland... then farmland... then farmland and woods... and
finally, nothing but woods.
At last they came to a turnoff with a gravel turnaround.
There was also a mailbox, one of the armored kind designed to be
impervious to rednecks with baseball bats. An eight-foot
chain-link fence with a motorized gate stretched in either
direction. Beverly hit the button of a remote clipped to
the SUV's sun visor and the gate rolled open. "This fence
only extends along the road front," she explained, "to
discourage trespassers." She pointed to the prominent
"PRIVATE PROPERTY" and "NO TRESPASSING" signs on either side of
the gate. "Farther along there's an inner fence, to keep
the deer out of the gardens."
"They're a problem?" Erin asked.
"Not really," Beverly admitted, "but keeping them out lets me
plant species they might find especially appetizing."
They pulled through the gate and it started rolling
closed. Erin looked back and watched the gate pause, then
start opening, again. The truck with Marta, Crystal, and
the load of crated art had caught up. Then, the road
curved and the truck and gate were lost to view. The tall
trees of a mature forest extended in all directions.
The journey continued for about a minute. Then, as
promised, they came to the inner fence. It was also
chain-link, but was higher, twelve feet, in fact. The
posts and hardware were painted black and the linked wire was
clad in black vinyl. The fence was topped with strands of
barbed wire and the rolling gate was of vertical iron bars
topped with long, wavy spikes that tapered to what appeared to
be sharp points.
"Just how persistent are these
deer?" Madison inquired dryly.
Beverly smiled as she noticed Erin turn and give her roommate
the evil eye. "The inner fence has the added advantage of
keeping out hunters," Beverly explained. "All my land is
posted and the local sheriff keeps an eye on the road, but I'd
just as soon not be dodging stray bullets."
Madison shrugged, then favored Erin with an irritatingly sweet smile.
Erin continued to glare. The silent message was clear:
"Don't you dare piss
off the nice gallery owner!"
They continued through more forest for a hundred more yards,
possibly two. Then, the road broke out of the trees and
passed through a grassy meadow. What could only be the
main house of the estate came into view.
"Wow!" the roommates exclaimed in unison.
"Very nice," Erin gushed.
"And how," added Madison.
Beverly smiled. "Thank you."
The architectural style was difficult to classify. If
forced, Erin would call it "Natural Modern." She detected
Bauhaus influences, and possibly Frank Lloyd Wright, but its
cantilevered balconies, sloping metal roof, and mix of stone,
cedar siding, and red brick didn't fall into any particular
style. One thing was for sure, the place was big! It was a
"It was built by my grandfather," Beverly explained. "My
mother did a little remodeling, but I haven't changed anything
in a significant way. In addition to the main house, there
are stables, a greenhouse, and a tea house pavilion out by the
"You keep horses?" Madison asked.
Beverly shook her head. "No, but some of my friends like
to use the stables when they visit. Lately I have been thinking about
acquiring a pair of ponies."
Erin frowned. "Ponies? You mean Shetlands?"
Beverly shrugged. "Something smaller than an actual horse
that can pull a cart or sulky. We'll see."
As they pulled up to the main entrance, a woman
was waiting. She was of African heritage, probably in her
mid-thirties, and had very attractive, high-cheeked
features. She was dressed in jeans, a white cotton blouse,
and a gray jacket.
The new arrivals climbed out of the SUV and Erin and Madison
watched as Beverly and the woman exchanged kisses on their
Beverly made the introductions. "Erin, Madison, this is
Alison Devereaux, my resident manager and chef."
"Please, call me Ali," the woman said as she kissed first
Madison, and then Erin. "And let's not be
pretentious. I'm the housekeeper and cook." Her alto
voice was quite melodious.
"Pleased to meet you," the housemates responded, exchanging a
"I'll get the bags," Ali said as she took Beverly's keys and
triggered the remote to open the SUV's back hatch.
Just then, the truck rolled past, continuing around the side of
"Hey, Ali!" Crystal called from the open window and Marta waved
from the passenger's side.
"Welcome back, Little One, Marta!" Ali shouted as the truck
disappeared from view.
"They're taking the crates to the studio wing," Beverly
explained, then turned to face her guests. "You'll be
sharing a room, if that's all right."
"Of course," Erin smiled.
Madison nodded towards her friend. "She doesn't snore."
"Good," Beverly chuckled. "I'll let Ali show you the
way. I want to supervise the unpacking."
"Can we help?" Erin offered.
"No, thank you," Beverly responded as she walked after the
truck. "I'll be in, shortly." She smiled at
Ali. "What's for supper?"
"Almond and garlic-crusted chicken breasts and salmon with mint
and mango salsa," Ali answered.
Beverly winked at Erin and Madison. "I told you—chef!"
"Cook!" Ali called after her, then lifted the bags. "This
way, please," she said, and led Beverly's guests into the house.
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The next morning, after
Madison tied the final bikini
string, then regarded herself in the bedroom's full-length
mirror. "I suppose it's better than nothing," she drawled.
"A few strategically placed square inches better than nothing,"
Erin chuckled. She was tying the sash of a light robe of
natural cotton . Both garments, bikini and robe, were
borrowed from their hostess. "Next time, bring your ugly
Speedo training suit."
"How was I supposed to know Beverly Adair's palatial estate would have
a lake suitable for swimming?" Madison huffed. "I didn't
bring my tennis racket, lacrosse stick, or bowling shoes,
"You don't own bowling
shoes," Erin noted.
Madison was still frowning at herself in the mirror. The
burgundy bikini bottom's strings tied above either hip and the
top's strings at the nape of her neck and behind her back.
The coverage was decidedly minimal. "I like the color,
"You're a ginger goddess," Erin teased. "At least you get something to
wear." Under the robe, Erin was nude.
"If you don't want to do it, just tell her," Madison said.
"I don't mind posing in the nude," Erin responded. "I'm
not a prude."
Erin sighed. "Okay, I'm nervous about the
Madison turned and focused on her friend. "Look, if she
wants to do something you're not comfortable with, just tell
"Okay," Erin sighed
"Seriously," Madison continued, "it's just a gallery show."
"It's just my big
break, you mean." Erin shrugged. "I don't even know
what she has in mind."
Madison grinned. "Maybe you'll like it."
Erin was not amused. "You're
the one who used to let your cousins tie you to trees when you
"Touché." Madison pulled on a borrowed robe
identical to Erin's, then gestured towards the door. "We
better get down to the kitchen. Crystal and Beverly are
probably already waiting."
"To the kitchen," Erin agreed, and they left the bedroom.
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swam with slow, even strokes, returning from the floating
platform in the middle of the lake to the tea house. She
climbed the ladder at the end of the dock and walked the length
of the pavilion's large, shaded deck to a grouping of lounge
Crystal was reclined on one of the chairs, her diminutive form
clad in a black bikini as skimpy as Madison's. The
short-haired brunette had a tight little bod, in Madison's
opinion. Not as tight as Lyndal's, but she was decidedly
fit, in a waifish, pixie-like fashion. She smiled at
Madison. "The water's nice, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Madison agreed as she picked up a towel. She
nodded towards the water in question as she toweled her
hair. "How long is she going to keep that up?" She
was referring to Lyndal, who was swimming in their direction,
returning from the latest of several full laps of the
lake. The blonde had appeared at breakfast, apparently
having arrived at the estate sometime during the night.
"I don't think this is one of Lyn's training days," Crystal
answered. "She only swims a mile on her off days. I
think she's about done."
"Only a mile," Madison chuckled. "I swam a mile...
once." She nodded at the canvas canopy shielding them from
the sun. "I'm grateful for the shade. More than
about fifteen minutes and I turn as red as a lobster."
"I know what you mean," Crystal agreed, executing a full-body
I tan a little, but mostly I burn. The Norse Goddess, on
the other hand, tans like a beach bunny." She was
referring to Lyndal, of course. "I have what Bev calls
'alabaster skin.' She likes to paint me in even light
against dark backgrounds." She favored Madison with an
appraising gaze. "She'll probably call your skin
'peach-ivory,' and do the same."
Madison reclined on the chair next to Crystal's. "Uh, tell
me about that. The posing, I mean."
Crystal grinned. "What's to tell?"
"Did she tie you up?"
"A little," Crystal purred. "Why? You scared of that
sort of thing?"
Madison mustered a smile. "No, I'm not scared... just curious."
"It's different, every time," Crystal shrugged. "I think
Lyn may know what She Who Must Be Obeyed has in mind."
Apparently, Lyndal had finished
her swim, for she was climbing onto the dock.
"Hey Lyn!" Crystal shouted as the dripping blonde
approached. "After she's done painting the
photographer—" She nodded at Madison. "—what does
Bev have in store for the piano player?"
Lyndal shrugged. "She doesn't tell me everything, you
know. Marta's her confidant." She picked up a towel
and began drying herself. She was also wearing a string
bikini, and its metallic gold, coarse-woven fabric (what there
was of it) complemented her tan, incredibly well-toned body.
"Not even a hint?" Crystal persisted.
Lyndal smiled as she dried her long, golden locks. "Well,
she did mention that she's just about done with her 'Princess in
Chains' period, and is thinking of something involving hemp."
"The long awaited Shibari series?"
"Maybe," Lyndal purred.
"Japanese rope-work," Crystal explained. "You saw the room
of Adams' sculptures at the show, right? The amber
Madison's eyes widened. "Oh."
"Don't freak out," Crystal chuckled. "That was all very
advanced stuff." She focused on Lyndal. "Bev
probably has something much simpler in mind."
Lyndal shrugged. "She mentioned something about a
"Which you still refuse
to show me how to do," Crystal huffed. She winked at
Madison. "She's actually tied me in a box-tie, but all the
action is behind your back and you can't really see what's
"What do you expect me to do about it?" Lyndal grinned.
"Ask Marta to let me tie her up while you take notes? Or
"Hah!" Crystal laughed. "Ali would kick both our butts just for
asking." She smiled at Madison. "Hmmm... Come
to think of it..."
"What?" Madison demanded.
"Two birds with one stone," Crystal grinned. "You get a
preview of what to expect from Bev and I finally get to learn how
"I don't know," Madison responded.
"C'mon," Crystal cajoled. "You're gonna get tied up
anyway, when you pose. Lyn won't make it tight."
"A box-tie doesn't have to be tight to be inescapable," Lyndal
said. "Shibari can
be very tight, punishingly tight, but
Beverly's into the aesthetics of rope against skin. Shibari is actually a
western term for Kinbaku-bi,
which evolved from Hojojutsu,
"Yes, thank you, Professor," Crystal interrupted, then batted
her big, brown eyes at Madison. "Please? I may not
get a chance like this for who knows how long. Beverly never lets us watch when
"Well," Madison said with a wry grin, "it can't be any worse
than the games I played with my cousins when I was a kid."
Lyndal smiled. "Let me guess. Cops and Robbers?"
"Cowboys and Indians," Crystal suggested.
"More like Robin Hood verses the Evil Sheriff of Nottingham,"
Crystal smiled. "With you as Maid Marion."
"Every time," Madison huffed. "And I always got tied to a
tree for the entire afternoon while Robin and his Merry Men
fenced with the Sheriff and his Men-at-Arms."
"A damsel's lot is not a happy one," Crystal sighed, then smiled
at Lyndal. "Got rope?"
Lyndal nodded at the pavilion. "Be right back."
"I'm going to regret this," Madison sighed as she watched Lyndal
stroll into the tea house.
Crystal shrugged. "Probably."
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was sitting cross-legged on what she'd been told was Lyndal's
yoga mat. She was facing the lake and Lyndal and Crystal
were kneeling behind her.
"Okay," Lyndal ordered, "fold your arms behind your back and cup
your elbows in your palms." Madison complied as Lyndal
pulled a coil of conditioned hemp rope from the canvas duffel
she'd retrieved from the tea house. "You start, like
always," she explained to Crystal, "by doubling the rope,
finding the center, and forming a loop." She dropped the
loop over Madison's head and shoulders and pulled out the slack,
pinning her arms to her sides and passing above her bikini-clad
breasts. "Make it tight enough to remain in place, but not
too tight." She
took another turn around Madison's arms and torso and passed the
ends of the rope through the first loop in the back. "Each
time, pass through the previous loop and reverse direction."
"And make sure the ropes don't twist and are neatly stacked,"
Lyndal nodded. "And uniformly tight." She took two
more turns around Madison's torso and arms, this time passing
below her breasts. "Next, tie a lark's head to keep it all
"Lark's head?" Crystal inquired. "That's just a
half-hitch, isn't it?"
"I think it's both," Lyndal huffed. "We can look it up in
the library, later. You want me to do this, or not?"
"Sorry," Crystal chuckled.
Madison's upper arms were now pinned by four neat, horizontal
strands above her breasts and four below, all of which met
behind her back, over her spine. Several feet of rope
"This is the tricky part," Crystal sighed, "the shoulder-yoke."
"It's simple," Lyndal corrected. "Take the free ends to
the left and under the four lower strands in front. Pass
it over and back, between her left arm and her body. Don't
cinch both halves of the lower binding, just the four strands in
front. If you cinched it in front and back, you might
impair her circulation."
"I can see why this is confusing," Madison said.
"No, it is simple,"
Crystal countered, "now that I can actually see what's
Crystal held Madison's hair out of the way as Lyndal passed the
free ends up and across the top four upper strands, in front, to
the left of her rope-framed breasts, then behind Madison's neck,
back to the front, down and over the top four strands on the
right, then between her arm and body. She cinched the
rope, then returned to behind Madison's back. "If there is any trick to this,"
Lyndal told Crystal, "it's maintaining bilateral symmetry.
Whatever you did on the left, you have to repeat the mirror image on the
right. Otherwise, you lose style points."
"Wouldn't want to lose style points," Madison drawled.
"Hey, this is Art," Crystal giggled, "with a capital 'A'."
Meanwhile, Lyndal had tied another lark's head at the point of
origin. The nexus was rapidly becoming a complex nest of
"You always tie it off at every step?" Crystal asked.
Lyndal shrugged. "You don't have to, but it makes it
easier if everything stays put 'til you're ready to tie the
final knot." She stretched the remaining rope up and under
the pair of strands at the nape of Madison's neck, then back
down to the nexus. This was repeated, twice. Then,
another lark's head was tied at the nexus and the remaining rope
was tightly wrapped around the vertical run. The final
knot was a square knot, tied nearly at the top. "And now
for rope two," Lyndal purred.
Madison felt a loop tighten around her forearms, followed by
three more wrappings.
"Another lark's head, on top" Lyndal explained, "then up and
around the chest harness, down and through the loop of the
lark's head, then up and down, again. The remaining rope
is wrapped and tied off, as above."
"It's not as complicated as it seems when you're on the
receiving end," Crystal said, grinning, ear to ear.
"Thanks for the demo, Lyn," she gushed, and kissed the blonde's
right cheek. She then stood and strolled around to
Madison's front. "See how it locks your elbows so you
can't twist free?"
Madison gave a tentative struggle. "Yeah. My wrists
aren't actually tied, but I can barely move my arms at
all." She struggled some more. "It's tight, but not
too tight." Her fingers fluttered. "And I sure as
hell can't untie anything."
Crystal went to the canvas duffel and pulled out another neatly
coiled hank of rope. "Stretch out your legs," she said.
Madison frowned. "Uh, why?"
"Bev will tie your ankles, too," Crystal explained. "You
might as well see how it feels. And this I do know how to do."
"Do the ankle-foot tie," Lyndal suggested.
"You don't mind if I show off, do you?" Crystal asked Madison.
"Why not?" Madison sighed.
Crystal found the middle of the rope, formed a loop, then
tightened the doubled rope around Madison's ankles. She
took three rather loose turns, then cinched the rope between the
captive's ankles and pulled out the slack. She passed the
rope through the original loop and tied a lark's head, then
stretched the doubled strands down and made a pass around
Madison's insteps. This was cinched, like the ankle ropes,
and another lark's head was tied. The remaining rope was
looped around Madison's big toes and secured with a square knot.
"There," Crystal beamed. "Almost finished."
"What else do you want to tie up?" Madison demanded.
"Just your knees," Lyndal answered. She tossed a coil of
hemp to Crystal. "Beverly always ties the knees."
"Of course," Madison huffed. She watched as Crystal looped
rope around her legs, just above her knees, cinched it between
her legs, and tied it off with a square knot.
Lyndal smiled. "How does it all feel?"
"Tight, inescapable, and tight," Madison responded.
Crystal grinned. "You're a really good sport to let us do
this," she said, then leaned close, took Madison's head in her
hands, and kissed her lips.
Madison blinked her eyes and blushed, in response. She
wasn't in a position to do much else.
"I'm going to sunbathe for a while," Lyndal announced, then
returned the duffel to the tea house.
Crystal released Madison's head, stood, and strolled towards the
dock. "I'm taking another swim."
"Wait!" Madison objected. "What about me?"
Crystal turned and smiled. "You think Beverly is going to
tie you up and then immediately un-tie you? Take an hour and get used to
Crystal turned, sprinted the remaining yards to the end of the
dock, and executed a simple overhand dive.
Lyndal had returned. "Bev's sessions can last half a day,"
she said, then leaned close and kissed Madison's lips, just as
Crystal had done. "Try and escape. If you do, I'll
hold Crystal for you and you can tie her up."
"Fat chance," Madison huffed.
Lyndal strolled to a lounge chair out in the full sun, pulled
the strings on her bikini and removed it, then reclined on the
chair's soft cushions.
Madison gave her upper body another twist. "Fat chance,"
she repeated, under her breath. She noted that Lyndal had
an all over tan. They
probably skinny-dip when guests aren't here, she
surmised, then lay back on the mat and sighed. I hope Erin's doing better than I
am. She squirmed in her rope bonds, again, then
beamed her thoughts towards the main house and her absent
roommate. You owe me
for this, Blue Eyes!
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didn't actually spend the next hour trying to escape. She
squirmed every now and then, testing her bonds, but she knew she
wasn't going to free herself. She doubted if even a
professional escapologist (or whatever they called themselves)
would be able to get out of Lyndal's "box-tie"—not unless she'd
had one of her fingernails surgically replaced with a
Crystal had long since returned from her latest swim and had
spent the time reading a paperback book. Lyndal had moved
out of the sun and back under the canopy after about a half
hour. She didn't re-don her bikini, but simply reclined on
another of the lounge chairs. She appeared to be taking a
Madison noted that Lyndal had pierced nipples. It hadn't
been obvious before she'd taken off her bikini. She'd
assumed the bumps in the top had been "pokies," Lyndal's nipples
showing through the fabric. The rings were gold in color
and surprisingly substantial—actual rings, rather than hoops of
wire—and were something like half an inch in diameter and an
eighth of an inch thick. Also, the tan, incredibly fit
blonde had a Brazilian. Her pubic hair had been shaved
and/or waxed, leaving only a narrow, vertical "landing strip" of
neatly trimmed, dark blond curls.
Madison had to admit that Lyndal was one of the sexiest females
she had ever seen—not that she swung that way, of course.
She could appreciate
feminine pulchritude when she saw it, however. Madison
knew that she, herself was attractive, and Erin was certainly a beauty.
She glanced at Crystal. The pale little brunette had it,
as well, in a Mischievous Elf
sort of way.
Crystal noticed her gaze. "It's been more than an hour,"
she announced, favoring the languishing captive with a wry
smile. "I guess you aren't going to escape, are you?"
"I guess not," Madison agreed, mustering a smile of her own.
Lyndal opened her eyes and grinned. "Pathetic, isn't
she? This is the least
of what Beverly is gonna do to her."
"Pathetic," Crystal agreed.
"Hah!" Madison huffed. "Not likely."
Still smiling, Crystal nodded towards the tea house.
Lyndal climbed to her feet, stretched, and sauntered in that
direction. Meanwhile, Crystal strolled to Madison's side,
knelt on the mat, and began straightening the redhead's tousled
curls. "Not likely?" she chuckled. "And how will you
stop her from doing anything she wants, once she has you tied
"Just untie me, okay?" Madison muttered.
Lyndal returned with the canvas duffel, dropped it beside the
mat, then knelt with her knees on either side of Madison's head.
"Enough is enough," Madison huffed. "The joke's over."
"Yes," Crystal nodded, "it is."
Lyndal had grabbed Madison's hair with her left hand, clamped
her knees closed against her ears, trapping her head, and had
her right hand over the squirming redhead's lips in a tight
hand-gag. Simultaneously, Crystal had straddled Madison's
body and settled her weight on the prisoner's chest, pinning her
on her back.
"Now," Crystal purred, reaching into a side pocket of the
duffel. "Let's keep things pleasantly quiet, shall
we?" She pulled out a red sphere pierced by a black
leather strap and held it before Madison's horrified eyes.
"This is a really nice ball-gag design Beverly discovered," she
lectured, turning the strap for Madison's inspection.
"Overall, the ball is two inches in diameter, but the outer
layer is medium density foam. Only the inner core is solid
rubber. And as you can see, the buckle is lockable."
Her smile, which Madison had previously characterized as
mischievous, was now absolutely evil. "Let's check the
fit, shall we?"
"Mmm—No—Nrrf!" Working in concert, Lyndal and Crystal had
pinched Madison's nose, grabbed her lower jaw, and forced the
ball into her mouth. Next, Lyndal continued holding the
struggling captive's head by the hair while Crystal buckled the
strap at the nape of her neck, tight enough to make Madison's
flushed cheeks bulge. Crystal then reached back into the
duffel's side pocket and produced a very small padlock.
"Not one of your cheap, easily sprung luggage locks," she
lectured, rotating the open lock for Madison's benefit.
"This way, you stay quiet even when you aren't tied up."
"M'mmmpfh!" The ball filled Madison's mouth, nearly to
capacity. It didn't completely silence her, but articulate
speech and screaming for help were both impossible.
"Nrrrrrf!" Crystal leaned close and the padlock clicked
closed through the tongue of the gag-strap's buckle.
"Hmm... not quiet enough," Crystal purred, then reached back
into the side pocket. This time, she produced a
rectangular piece of some sort of thin, beige plastic film with
a paper backing. It was roughly nine by four inches with a
rounded notch cut into one of its long sides. "We call
this gag-film," Crystal explained. "It's more or less
equivalent to Elastoplast medical tape, and the adhesive is
super-strong and hypoallergenic."
Lyndal held Madison's head while Crystal peeled off the backing,
stretched the plastic between her hands, and plastered the
rectangle over Madison's ball-gagged mouth. She smiled
into Madison's frightened eyes as she smoothed the film with her
fingers. It covered Madison's lower face from chin to nose
and from ear to ear. "I just love the way this stuff
clings to the skin," Crystal purred, "the way I can see the
outline of your lips and the ball-gag. Now..."
"Mfff!" Madison complained, with reduced volume, as
Crystal scooted down and settled her weight on Madison's waist,
then reached behind her head and untied the upper strings of her
bikini top. Madison continued squirming and complaining as
Lyndal lifted her upper body enough for Crystal to reach behind
and untie the remaining strings. Lyndal then slid several
inches forward and settled Madison's shoulders against her
thighs, raising the captive's head. All the while, she
maintained her grip on Madison's hair.
"Oh, very nice," Crystal said as she pulled the strings from
under the hemp strands of Madison's bondage and tossed the top
aside. She cupped the prisoner's pale breasts and gently
squeezed. "Not especially big, but nice and firm, with a
"Mrrrrf!" Madison's fear was turning into anger.
"Temper, temper, young lady," Crystal purred. "Don't make
me get out my pony prod."
"Don't be a little bitch," Lyndal chuckled. "Let her enjoy her
kidnapping. Training can start later."
"Good point," Crystal giggled, then reached into the duffel and
produced a coil of hemp cord. It was half the diameter of
the rope already binding Madison's struggling body, but looked
just as strong.
Crystal shook out the coil, found the center, then slid the
doubled loop under the rope strands below and above Madison's
"very nice" breasts. She pulled them together until they
formed an "X" between the now slightly bulging breasts, then
tied a lark's head. She then separated the cord strands
and began wrapping the left cord around the base of Madison's
left breast. She took four turns, then handed the end to
Lyndal, who maintained the tension. The process was
repeated with the right cord around the right breast.
Then, the cords were crossed, just below Madison's collarbones,
passed over her shoulders, and Lyndal tied then off to the top
of the rope harness in back. "You want to handle down
below?" Crystal asked her fellow kidnapper.
"Why should you have all the fun?" Lyndal chuckled, then pulled
a coil of hemp rope from the duffel.
They rolled Madison onto her stomach and shifted
positions. Lyndal straddled the prisoner's back, with her
own back to Madison's mewling head, and Crystal straddling her
thighs, facing her fellow kidnapper. Lyndal centered a
lark's head through the lower nexus of the chest harness, passed
the doubled rope under Madison's forearm bonds, and took a turn
around the narrowest part of the redhead's waist. She
reversed the rope's direction, as she had with the upper
bondage, and took another turn. She then tied a lark's
Madison could feel her fiddling with the remaining rope, but it
wasn't passing around any part of her body.
"How many?" Lyndal asked.
"Umm... five," Crystal answered. Then, the smiling
brunette untied Madison's bikini bottom, first loosening the
right strings, and then the left.
"M'mmpfh!" Madison complained, and was ignored. She could
do nothing to prevent the bottom from being removed, baring her bottom. Nor
could she prevent Lyndal and Crystal from rolling her onto her
side. The rope was passed between her thighs, and what had
to be several tightly compacted knots slid against her
crotch. She was rolled onto her back, the rope was passed
under the waist ropes and tugged taut—"Mmmmf!"—and a square knot
was tied. She twisted her body, as best she could, and tugged
against her bonds. The knotted rope cleaved her butt
cheeks and her labia,
and one of the hemp knots slid against her clitoris as she
"Hogtie?" Crystal suggested.
"No, let's let her roll around," Lyndal responded. "It's
The kidnappers climbed off Madison's body, stood, and took a
step back. Madison's response was to twist and roll her
bound, nude body and scream through her gag. "M'mmpfh!"
Crystal and Lyndal stood, hand in hand, and watched. "Look
at the pretty pink blush the ropes give her breasts," Crystal
sighed. "She's so beautiful."
"And she's ours," Lyndal said. The tall blonde and tiny
brunette embraced and kissed.
Madison was busy trying to get free. It wasn't a game,
anymore. It wasn't even a matter of being nice to Beverly
and her staff, for Erin's sake. Now, it was a matter of
escape, for real! She had to get free! She had to
The kiss ended, but Crystal and Lyndal maintained their
embrace. They watched Madison's desperate efforts to find
some way out of their ropes. "So beautiful," Crystal
"You want to make the call?" Lyndal asked.
"Yeah," Crystal responded. She broke the embrace, strolled
to the doorway of the tea house, reached inside, and produced
the handset of a telephone. She punched a button and
paused, waiting for a connection. "Mistress," she said,
"Operation Fire is complete. No, Mistress, there were no
problems. She let us
capture her. Force wasn't required." She smiled at
Madison as whoever was on the phone spoke. "Yes,
Mistress," she responded, finally. "I understand,
Mistress." She hung up the phone and returned to Lyndal
and the prisoner on the mat. "She'll call when Operation
Ice is over. Meanwhile, we wait before putting this one
Lyndal nodded. "I guess I'll take another nap," she
announced, kissed Crystal's smiling lips, then headed for her
"And I'll go get our lunch from the kitchen," Crystal said, then
stooped and picked up Madison's borrowed bikini. "And take
this to the laundry." She smiled down at Madison.
"Ali makes the best sandwiches," she told the struggling
captive, "but they'll be for Lyn and myself. You're having
rubber ball for lunch."
"Hilarious," Lyndal muttered, rolling her eyes as she reclined
on the chair. She then did a full body stretch, relaxed,
and closed her eyes.
Madison watched as Crystal walked away, towards the main
house. She resumed fighting her bonds, but she knew it was
hopeless. She'd already learned that she wasn't going to
squirm out of the ropes, but she had to try. What the hell is going on!
she thought. And what
is Beverly doing to Erin?
|| THE END
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