Jodi awoke to
find herself under sheets and a light blanket and snuggled
against Eleanor's naked body. She was mildly surprised to
feel as refreshed as she did, and to not be even a little
disoriented by her naked and bound condition. The memory
of the previous day was quite clear, including the glorious
night of bound pleasure that had followed. And while she
might have been physically restrained in inescapable leather
during the process—hence the bound pleasure
characterization—emotionally, Jodi's pleasure had flown as
freely as the proverbial bird. And Jodi was sure Eleanor's
pleasure had been equally unrestrained.
"Good morning, Little Nymph," Eleanor said quietly.
Obviously, she was awake, and had realized her "guest" was awake
"Morning," Jodi answered. Apparently, "Little Nymph" was
now Jodi's pet name. She wasn't sure how she felt about
that. In fact, at the moment, just about everything was up
for grabs... so to speak.
"It would appear it's still raining," Eleanor stated.
Jodi lifted her head and gazed out the bedroom window. The
drapes were open, and even from the bed she could see a stretch
of garden and the forest beyond. The morning sky did
appear to overcast, and if it was raining, it was only a light
drizzle... not that it mattered.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Eleanor purred.
Her cheek resting against Eleanor's breast, Jodi allowed several
seconds to pass before answering. "You have to ask?"
Jodi couldn't see her kidnapper's (and lover's) face, but she
knew Eleanor was smiling. Of course she was smiling.
Jodi wanted to smile, but managed to stifle herself, as would be
proper for a naked and bound distressed damsel, but of
course Eleanor was smiling.
"Tell me about the games you play with your sister," Eleanor
"I'd rather talk about you letting me go," Jodi huffed.
"Same thing, Little Nymph."
Jodi frowned. "Huh?"
"You take turns tying each other up, correct?" Eleanor inquired.
Jodi felt her cheeks blush, and wondered if Eleanor could feel
the added heat against her breast. "Not completely
naked. We wear panties... usually."
"And why is that?" Eleanor asked.
Jodi frowned, again. "Well..."
Eleanor answered her own question. "It's to enhance the
feelings of vulnerability and helplessness, Jodi. Am I
Eleanor chuckled and kissed the top of Jodi's head. "A
damsel in distress is never more vulnerable than when she's
"And bound and gagged," Jodi sighed, then blushed, again.
Why the hell did I say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Just so," Eleanor purred. "And the nipple clamps?"
"W-what nipple clamps?" Obviously, Libby had told Eleanor
about the vibrating nipple clamps she'd taken home from
Leatherosity the Night of the Armbinder. Come to think of
it, the pair of clover-clamps they'd been playing with off and
on for months had also come from the shop, so Libby could have
spilled the proverbial beans about those as well.
"Adding a little teasing spice to the festivities is fun, isn't
it Little Nymph?"
"Okay," Jodi whispered. "I'll go with fun... within
"And speaking of limits," Eleanor chuckled, "what's the longest
game you and your sister have ever played?"
"Uh... ten hours?" Jodi answered. "Yeah, ten hours.
Jodi sighed and snuggled against Eleanor's body, and her
hostess/captor gave her a hug in return. "Well, usually,
one of us has to go to work, somewhere, no matter who's tied
up. It's okay to leave the little dweeb tied to a chair or
on her bed and go out for a while—"
"Like a brief trip to Leatherocity?"
"Yeah, but not to go to work." Jodi stretched her bound
body. "I might be asked to work a double shift."
"Or Candy might start practicing with the band and loose track
of time," Eleanor suggested.
"Do you prefer rope, leather, or steel?" Eleanor asked.
"Uh... all we have is rope," Jodi admitted, "and one leather
Maintaining her gentle embrace, Eleanor slid her right hand over
Jodi's bare shoulder, down her upper arm, and came to rest on
the leather cuff buckled above her elbow. "Properly
applied, rope is like a living thing." She gently squeezed
Jodi's body. "It moves with you, and doesn't let go...
when properly applied."
"I know what you mean," Jodi sighed.
"Well designed leather restraints can be the same," Eleanor
Jodi squirmed and weakly tugged on the leather cuffs and binder
that had bound her folded arms behind her back and hobbled her
ankles all night... while she sucked face with Eleanor... and
Eleanor frigged her pussy until she screamed and writhed in
orgasm. Jodi squirmed against her captor's body, snuggling
in Eleanor's warm embrace.
"Steel, however," Eleanor continued, "is different. Steel
is impersonal, hard and cold until it's warmed by the
skin. The experience is different."
Jodi thought back to the steel cuffs and collar she'd worn
yesterday. They were the first steel she had ever worn,
but it didn't take a lot of experience to get at least part of
what Eleanor was saying. "I guess." She couldn't
think of anything else to add.
"I have so much to show you, Jodi," Eleanor sighed.
A thrill rippled through Jodi's pussy and she shivered in
Eleanor's embrace. And speaking of things between her
legs... "Uh, can we start with the bathroom?" she asked.
Eleanor chuckled, kissed the top of Jodi's head, then pulled
back the covers. "Of course, Little Nymph."
light, a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal with milk, and then—
"Mrrrpfh?" —out of nowhere, Eleanor popped a ball-gag in Jodi's
mouth. She buckled the strap at the nape of Jodi's neck,
tight enough to make her cheeks bulge, then buckled a secondary,
narrower strap under her chin.
Eleanor stepped in front of Jodi, cupped and lifted her chin
with her left hand, and used her right to comb the glaring
prisoner's bangs with her fingers. "You look so cute like
that, Jodi," she sighed, "all naked and helpless... a little
angry... a little frightened."
Jodi gazed into Eleanor's eyes. She was right, of
course. Jodi was, indeed, angry and frightened.
Actually, she was more miffed than angry, and more scared than
frightened, assuming those weren't the same thing, which they
were. Anyway, Jodi wanted to go home... kinda. And
she was scared in the way she felt when sitting in the theater
and waiting for a scary movie to start. The problem was,
of course, that this wasn't a movie, it was The Game... and she
had no idea what Eleanor was going to do next, what was going to
be her kidnapper's next move.
"Adorable," Eleanor sighed. "Well, I suppose we better get
on with our tour, or all of this is going to take... days."
Jodi wasn't fooled at all, not even a bit, not even a teeny-tiny
bit. Eleanor wasn't going to keep her a bound prisoner for
days... probably. No, she wouldn't! She
couldn't! Could she?
Still smiling her superior, infuriating, hot smile,
Eleanor released Jodi's chin. "There are other very
interesting machines and complex devices down below," she
purred, "in addition to my rack, horse, and iron maiden; but
today, I think we'll concentrate less on the elaborate and
large, and more on the... intimate."
Jodi realized her heart was hammering, like yesterday.
Eleanor took a step to the side and made a sweeping
gesture. "You remember the way to the library, don't you,
Jodi looked at the kitchen door, then Eleanor, then the door,
again. Finally, she turned back to Eleanor and slowly
"Go, Little Nymph," Eleanor chuckled. "Don't make me get a
collar and leash."
Jodi sighed through her gag, then minced towards the door, being
careful not to trip on her hobble.
to the library, through the secret door in the closet, and down
the stairs to The Dungeons—and yes, Jodi had decided to christen
Eleanor's subterranean complex of playrooms "The
Dungeons." It was descriptive, albeit not particularly
original or creative.
Eleanor wasn't in her dominatrix outfit, but a variant of the
casual-at-home clothing she'd worn for most of yesterday;
specifically, sandals and designer jeans. However, instead
of a cotton blouse, she was wearing a body-hugging tank-top that
made it very clear she was not wearing a bra.
Jodi was in her birthday suit and the same leather box-tie
cuffs, hobble, and ball-gag.
Anyway... another day, another dim corridor, and another steel
door studded with bolts.
Jodi watched as Eleanor unlocked and opened the door, then stood
aside and gestured, indicating that she should enter
first. Jodi minced across the threshold and into the
chamber beyond, and found herself staring at two vertical posts
solidly set in the floor and affixed to the ceiling, about six
feet apart. They were the same polished and stained wood
as the rest of the mansion's furniture, paneling, floors, and
woodwork. A stout, horizontal stainless steel bar linked
the posts, about five feet off the concrete floor.
Jodi jumped, nervously, when the chamber door closed behind her,
then watched as Eleanor stepped behind the posts and started
doing something to the bar's attachment points. There was
a metallic click and she lowered one end of the bar a few
inches. Then, there was another click, she lowered the
other end, and the bar was once again horizontal. She then
walked to a wooden cabinet, opened its door, and returned to the
bar with a stainless steel... something. There was another
click, a very solid click that may have been more than one click
close together, then Eleanor took a step back, turned to Jodi,
and smiled. "Let's see if I've correctly estimated your
height," she purred, "shall we?"
Jodi realized the something in question was a stainless steel
posture-collar, a steel neck-brace. It was hinged on one
side and was open. All its edges were smooth and
well-rounded, open and waiting for... for her!
"Nrrrrr!" Jodi shook her head and took a hobbled step
back, towards the closed door.
Eleanor continued to smile. "Adorable," she
chuckled. "Now, how would you like to play this, Little
Nymph? Are you going to bravely and defiantly surrender to
the inevitable, or would you like me to grab a handful of hair
and drag you to your fate? Either option works for me."
Jodi stared at the collar. Seconds passed... then she
sighed, glared at Eleanor, minced to the bar, turned around, and
placed the back of her neck in the collar.
"Good damsel," Eleanor chuckled as she swung the front of the
collar closed. It closed with another click. "Good,
I haven't lost my touch. The height is perfect."
Jodi's hobbled feet were flat on the floor. The collar
encouraged (meaning required) her to lift her chin, and was a
tight fit. It wasn't strangling tight, of course, not even
close, but tight. Also the interior and edges were as
smooth and rounded as they'd looked. Jodi squirmed and
rolled her shoulders, slightly, just to test her condition, and
found the collar was solidly attached to the bar, which was
solidly attached to the posts. Nothing rattled or moved,
not even a little.
Eleanor stepped forward and cupped Jodi's breasts. "There
are additional bars in the cabinet," she explained, "as well as
manacles, fetters, and a waist belt, all in stainless
steel." She gently squeezed Jodi's breasts. "The
system is perfect for restraining a damsel in any one of a
variety of convenient positions."
Jodi shivered in her leather restraints and the immobilizing
steel collar, her eyes locked with Eleanor's.
"I could restrain you further," Eleanor continued, "but it isn't
necessary, is it, Little Nymph?" The question was
rhetorical, of course. "Anyway, I didn't bring you here to
demonstrate the frame. I have other things to show
you." She released Jodi's breasts and strolled to a
different, smaller cabinet. It was something like a large
tool chest resting on a wooden stand, with drawers and a lid.
Jodi watched as Eleanor lifted the lid, picked something up,
returned to the frame, smiled, and held what was in her hand for
Jodi's inspection. "Urrk?" Jodi beheld a pinwheel of
needle-sharp spikes that turning on a forked handle, all in
stainless steel. Jodi knew what it was, and exactly what
it was for.
"A Wartenberg Pinwheel," Eleanor purred. "Terry used to
delight in teasing my entire body with these things." She
used the tip of one finger to give the wheel a spin.
"There's one in the collection with seven wheels. I
suppose you might call it a Wartenberg Roller."
Jodi stared at the blur of spinning spikes with wide, horrified
"Have you ever felt a pinwheel on your skin, Jodi?" Eleanor
asked. "Blink once for yes and twice for no."
Jodi continued staring at the wheel, then shifted her gaze to
Eleanor and slowly, deliberately blinked twice.
"Well then," Eleanor purred, "I assume you're curious."
"Nrrr!" Jodi blinked twice, again.
"No need to blink 'yes' more than once, Jodi," Eleanor
chuckled. "I know you're curious."
Jodi glared at Eleanor, then her eyes popped even wider.
"Mrrrf!" Something—obviously the pinwheel—was pricking the
skin of her right breast! She shivered, quivered, and
tugged on her wrist and arm bonds. It hurts, it hurts,
it hurts! It was horrible, but actually didn't hurt
as much as she thought it would. The worst part— "Nrrrm!"
—was the way the wheel kept gliding over her
breast! Eleanor teased the side slopes of her boob... and
her nipple... and the underside, and she didn't stop! Jodi
closed her eyes, shivered in her bonds, and did her best to
ignore the prickling sensations marching across her skin.
And then, it was over. Jodi opened her eyes to find
Eleanor holding the wheel before her panting face, once again.
"On one very memorable occasion," Eleanor said, "Terry
clamped me in this frame with my arms raised, my neck locked in
that very collar, and my ankles locked in shackles about two
feet apart. He put plugs in my ears, then strapped a
leather isolation helmet with a blindfold and earmuffs over my
head. I was gagged, of course, so I couldn't beg for
mercy. He left me like that for an hour, and
then..." She gave the wheel another spin. "He used
this wheel, or one like it, to tease my entire body... for a
very long time. Breasts, nipples, armpits, ribs, thighs,
the backs of my knees, my pussy... for a very long
time. Did I mention I was naked?"
Jodi stared at the turning wheel and continued panting through
"I really don't know how long he teased me like that," Eleanor
continued. "I was... distracted... and lost track of
time. Anyway, suddenly, the stimulation stopped. He
left me like that again, trapped in the frame and helmet...
dripping with sweat... so horny I thought I would die...
for another hour. Then, her released me from the frame,
tied my hands behind my back, took me upstairs to the bedroom,
and fucked my brains out. Oh, Jodi, it was glorious."
She turned and strolled back to the open tool chest cabinet,
returned the pinwheel to whatever tray-slot or cubbyhole she'd
taken it from, selected something new, and returned to the
Jodi's eyes popped wide, again. "Urrm!" She was
staring at what was unmistakably a pair of clover-style
nipple-clamps joined by a light chain! They were much like
the nipple-clamps back home, the clamps the Hodges sisters used
on themselves (meaning each other); however, Eleanor's clamps
were somehow... nicer. They were silver, rather than
steel, or perhaps a steel alloy with a silver finish.
Also, the mechanisms were more complicated, with little gears
that turned as Eleanor pressed on the sides of the clamps,
rather than simple springs. Finally, the tiny oval
gripping surfaces of the pads were lined with teeny-tiny conical
"I forgot to tell you how Terry led me upstairs," Eleanor
purred. "He didn't use a leash clipped to a collar or the
hood. He used a leash clipped through the chain of these
"Nrrrrf!" Jodi whined as Eleanor's hands dropped from her
collar-restricted line of sight, and her fingers began teasing
Jodi's right nipple. Her eyes were on Eleanor's beautiful,
smiling face, but Eleanor's gaze was lower, on the breast in
question. Eleanor manipulated her nipple, pulling it
between the clamp's open pads. Then, slowly, the clamp
Truth be told, Eleanor's clamps weren't any worse than the pair
back home, but Jodi was caught up in the drama of the moment...
as well as her bonds, the gag, and the frame's posture collar.
The second clamp closed on Jodi's left nipple, after the
obligatory finger manipulation, of course. Jodi shivered
in her bonds and batted her eyes in distress.
Eleanor leaned close and whispered in Jodi's right ear.
"Who do you think you're fooling, Little Nymph? You know
you're enjoying yourself like never before."
I am? Jodi squirmed in her bonds, causing the chain
connecting her new tit jewelry to sway.
"You'd like me to remove the clamps, of course," Eleanor
continued, "and you'd remove them yourself, if you could."
She kissed Jodi's forehead. "But you can't... because
you're my prisoner... and you're bound and gagged."
Jodi was panting through her gag, and her nipple-clipped breasts
were heaving. She was terrified, frightened, and
aroused. Yes, once again, her damn pussy was thinking only
of itself. Jodi's brain and nipples would just as soon
pass on the current situation.
Eleanor turned and walked to the chamber door, pulled it open,
and paused in the threshold. "I have something else to
show you, Little Nymph. Wait here." And then she was
gone, leaving the door open behind her.
Oh yes, the classic 'wait here' witticism, Jodi
sighed. She'd used it countless times on her kid sister,
and Candy had used it on her in return. Jodi rolled her
eyes and sighed. She didn't bother promising herself not
to do it again. She knew she would. Her nipples were
complaining about the clamps, but she couldn't do anything about
getting them removed, not at the moment, anyway. Also, she
actually was curious to see what Eleanor had gone to fetch...
and her pussy was really curious.
inflicted by the evil, insidious nipple-clamps on Jodi's poor,
innocent nipples was absolute agony! Okay, the clamps hurt
a little, but the melodramatic aspect of the exercise was
important, as important as the physical presence of the clamps
themselves, so "absolute agony" it was! Anyway, after only
a few seconds, the sensation settled down to a low burn.
The clamps were definitely there, dangling from her nipples with
the connecting chain swaying whenever she moved, but given some
sort of distraction, Jodi knew she'd be able to pretend they
The problem was, at the moment Jodi had very little in the way
of distraction. Eleanor had abandoned her!
Her nipples burned... as did her traitorous pussy, but in a
different way, of course. It was infuriating! How
could her pussy, meaning Jodi, possibly be enjoying
herself? She'd been kidnapped, by a beautiful, hot,
experienced older woman, with luscious, full lips, and
magnificent breasts, and...
Enough! Jodi tugged on her bonds with all her
strength, then sighed through her gag. Other than making
her tit-clamp chain rattle and sway, she'd accomplished
nothing. She might as well have tried teleporting herself
back to her apartment by wiggling her nose.
Just then, she heard Eleanor's sandals in the corridor, her
captor reappeared in the doorway, and in her hands was— "Urrk?"
—something that definitely qualified as a distraction.
Eleanor was holding a stainless steel bra! It wasn't just
a metal copy of a normal bra, nor was it part of the costume of
a Valkyrie in one of Wagner's operas. As Eleanor carried
it closer, Jodi could see that the bra's cups were half cage and
half spiral domes. The thing was really quite beautiful,
in a world class sinister sort of way, and sinister because the
interiors of the bra's cups were lined with countless needles!
"Oh, Jodi!" Eleanor chuckled, "you should see your face."
She turned the bra in her hands, so Jodi could examine every
aspect. "Your breasts are very nice, Little Nymph, with a
pleasing, perky shape."
'Perky,' Jodi thought. Never heard that before,
but what's it got to do with that... thing?
"Yes, I find your girlish figure quite attractive," Eleanor
continued, "but I'm afraid your sweater puppies, as adorable as
they might be, are too small for you to fully appreciate my
punishment bra. Sorry."
Sorry? Are you kidding me? Jodi stared at the
countless tiny spikes lining the bra's cups, and the chain-mail
shoulder and back strap. Too small for me? NOT
"Terry had this custom made to my exact measurements," Eleanor
explained, "and once it's locked on my body, with every motion
the needles prick the skin of my boobs. If I stand
perfectly still, I can ignore the sensation." She reached
out with one hand and gently tugged on the connecting chain of
Jodi's nipple-clamps, and her captive audience winced in
response. "Just as you can ignore these things." She
released the chain and continued slowly turning the bra, so Jodi
got a good look at every single tiny needle-sharp spike.
"It's like a thousand ants crawling over your breasts, Little
Nymph," she continued, "and when you lift an arm, twist at the
waist, or lean forward or back... the ants bite."
Jodi's heart was hammering, again.
"Once, we hosted a dinner party for several friends," Eleanor
said. Her eyes were on the needles, like Jodi's.
"Some of our guests were old friends who shared our, shall we
say, hobby, but others were very much what you would call
'vanilla,' even straitlaced. Dress was casual, and I was
in jeans and a sweater... and Terry's bra. Some were in on
the secret, and knew what I was going through, but the others
did not. It was a memorable evening."
Jodi watched as Eleanor carried the evil bra to the small
cabinet and set it down atop the closed lid. She then
returned to Jodi and smiled.
"After our guests went home," Eleanor continued, "Terry took me
to the bedroom, ordered me to strip, then tied me to our
bed." She stepped forwards, cupped Jodi's crotch, and
began a slow, gentle massage of her pussy. "He finally
unlocked and removed the bra, then rubbed ointment on my poor
breasts." The massage continued. "I think you can
guess what happened next."
Obviously, Jodi thought. Poor, pathetic Eleanor
got her brains boinked out. She closed her eyes and
shivered in her bonds. Okay, Jodi had been kidnapped,
stripped, bound and gagged, yadda-yadda-yadda, that didn't mean
she couldn't have a good time. That's right, now her brain
was agreeing with her pussy, at least for the moment.
Suddenly, Eleanor's hand disappeared. "Nrrf?" Jodi
opened her eyes to find all of Eleanor disappearing, out the
door! How rude!
Jodi stood in her bonds, trapped in the posture collar clamped
to the bar between the two posts... and waited. No other
options were available. She stared at the steel bra atop
the cabinet. Not my size, huh? What a tragedy.
Her thoughts were sarcastic, of course. Jodi was curious
about Eleanor's hobby collection, but she wasn't that
Seconds passed... and turned into a minute.
Finally, Jodi heard Eleanor's sandals in the corridor,
accompanied by a jingling sound. And then, Eleanor was in
the doorway, and in her hands she held— "Urrk?" —a canvas
jacket, as in a canvas strait-jacket!
Eleanor smiled and strolled into the chamber. The jacket's
many dangling straps and buckles were the source of the metallic
music, of course. "I think you've worn those cuffs long
enough, Little Nymph," she purred. "Time for a change."
Jodi was stomping down the corridor behind Eleanor. Okay,
she was mincing. The padded ankle cuffs and leather
hobble-strap were still in place. She was mincing.
Jodi was getting very tired of mincing.
Back in the post chamber, Jodi had allowed Eleanor to remove her
leather wrist and upper arm cuffs and the tube of leather
buckled around her forearms, then dress her in the
straitjacket. Of course, she was still locked in the
posture collar with her ankles cuffed and hobbled and the
ball-gag in her mouth, so she was hardly in a position to
resist... or complain. Also, ever the considerate hostess,
Eleanor had offered to fetch a riding crop if incentive was
required. Not wanting to be a rude guest, Jodi had
declined, and cooperated.
Eleanor the Cruel had removed Jodi's nipple-clamps before
dressing her in the jacket. Thankfully, it wasn't too
bad... in an Ow-ow-ow-it-hurts-it-hurts! sort of
way. Jodi knew the clamps would hurt worse coming off than
going on, they always did, but still... What a
bitch! What a beautiful, incredibly hot bitch!
Anyway, the jacket in question was heavy, natural canvas, with
brown leather straps and trim. It was also a very good
fit, not in the least bit baggy or one-size-fits-all. Jodi
found this a little surprising, as most of what she'd seen on
her tour had been sized to fit Eleanor's incredible body, if it
was the sort of thing that had a size; but the jacket was
different. Jodi didn't see an actual label as she put her
arms in the sleeves and Eleanor pulled in onto her body, but it
was a good fit. She assumed Eleanor had an entire rack of
the things somewhere, from extra-small maiden to tall and beefy
The jacket had an open collar, almost a scoop collar, and it
buckled closed in the back. Jodi counted six buckles, and
after they were secured the jacket hugged her torso evenly from
shoulders to hips. It also squashed her breasts a
little. For once, she was quite glad they were
"perky." The sleeves were equally tight, with integrated
leather cuffs that buckled around her wrists and upper
arms. The sleeves were closed at the ends, of course, with
the fabric doubled and with long, dandling leather straps
The sleeves' straps didn't dangle for long. Jodi's arms
were crossed in front, under her breasts, and the straps buckled
together behind her back. It was the traditional self-hug,
and it was tight, like the jacket itself. Secondary straps
were threaded through slots in the wrist and upper arm cuffs and
reinforced the arrangement. Another strap tucked her
forearms against her tummy. And finally, a pair of straps
passed between her legs, to either side of her pussy, and
buckled in the back. Jodi knew Houdini could escape from
this sort of attire, but there was no way on earth The Great
Jodi Hodges would be wiggling out of this particular jacket.
Eleanor led Jodi upstairs, taking the stairs to the linen
closet. It occurred to Jodi that she needed a tour of the
rest of Eleanor's mansion nearly as much as what remained of the
dungeons below. Her mental image of the de Vries estate's
layout remained rather sketchy.
Anyway, their destination was some sort of exercise room.
It was similar in size and decor to Eleanor's yoga studio, but
without the aromatherapy candles and with the addition of an
entire wall of windows that looked out on the forest. Jodi
recognized a stationary bicycle, a rowing machine, some sort of
universal resistance machine that was very complicated, and an
inclined treadmill. Everything looked very expensive and
top of the line.
Without a word, Eleanor led Jodi to the treadmill. The
straitjacketed, ball-gagged, hobbled, and otherwise naked
captive stepped onto the rolling track and watched as Eleanor
stretched chains from the side-rails of the machine to D-rings
sewn into the the straitjacket and adjusted the chains' lengths
until Jodi was centered on the track with only an inch or two of
slack in any given direction. Two additional chains were
attached to D-rings at the jacket's shoulders, and they
stretched up to a motorized winch system discreetly blended into
the decor, as discreetly as such things could be blended into
the decor, that is. Without prior knowledge of Eleanor's
hobby activities, Jodi might have taken the metal rails and
winch overhead as a means of repositioning the heavy exercise
machines. Of course, the system's moveable winch and
dangling chains could also be used to ensure that any helpless
damsel Eleanor wished to remain upright in a given location
would remain there.
In short, Jodi was on the treadmill and was there to stay.
She watched as Eleanor knelt and removed the eight-inch leather
strap hobbling her ankles. The padded cuffs remained
buckled around her ankles. Eleanor stood upright and
smiled. It was obvious what was coming.
"Neither one of us has gotten much exercise since you've
arrived," Eleanor purred. She reached out and combed
Jodi's bangs with her fingers.
Jodi met her captor's smile with a gagged grimace. Eleanor
seemed to derive a great deal of pleasure out of messing with
her bangs, and Jodi didn't like it... or felt she ought to at
least pretend she didn't like it. It made her feel like a
pet of some sort. Of course, there were worse things than
a beautiful, hot lady running her fingers through your
"I'm going to change," Eleanor continued, "and while I'm
gone..." She reached over to the treadmill's control panel
and pressed a red button. A small screen began to glow,
and Eleanor rapidly tapped her way through a blur of menus, too
quickly for Jodi to follow. Obviously, her
kidnapper/hostess was quite familiar with this machine.
With a final tap, the entire machine began to hum, the word "WARMUP"
appeared, and the track began rolling under Jodi's feet.
"Nrrrf!" Jodi complained. She had no choice but to start
walking. Jodi jogged on a regular basis, solo or with
Candy as company, but she didn't like gyms. Not
coincidentally, the Hodges sisters couldn't afford gyms.
Anyway, exercise was one thing. Being forced to exercise
was something else. And, Jodi realized, an entirely new
aspect of The Game that had never occurred to her before.
Meanwhile, still smiling her gloating (and hot) smile,
Eleanor was strolling towards the door... and then was gone.
The control panel chimed, the screen cleared, and an animated
graphic appeared. A teeny-tiny cartoon hiker was trudging
along a mountain trail. There was also a caption: "Mountain
Trek #1 (Beginner)." For the moment, the trail under
the tiny hiker's feet was level, but a gentle rise loomed
ahead. The rolling treadmill under Jodi's bare feet was
also level, but it was a sure thing that that would soon change.