by Van ©2015
| Chapter 5
Hayden thought, might as well get on with it. She
was thinking about thinking, of course, and she wasn't in a
position to do much more than think. She was bound hand
and foot—actually, bandaged and duct-taped hand and foot—and her
lips sealed with a single wide strip of medical tape. The
items on her mental agenda were:
The problem was...
there were distractions. How was a girl expected to
concentrate when Dorothy was bound to a chair in her
underwear, chewing on a tight, thick cleave-gag (with
stuffing), while Andrea was naked and squirming in a stringent
hogtie on the floor, a rubber ball in her mouth, and her lower
face mummified under tight, multiple layers of some sort of
stretchy medical tape? The Hobbits continued wiggling
and writhing and, by all appearances, doing their very best to
escape from Chloe's bondage. Neither of them were making
any headway, and Hayden would be truly amazed if they
succeeded in shifting even one of the tight bands of rope
restraining their bodies, much less freeing themselves.
This wasn't fake. This wasn't stage magician or
television bondage. This was the real thing!
- Why the hell did I let this happen?
- What do I think of the revelation that the others
regularly play "D&D," meaning "Dungeons &
Damsels," not to be confused with Dungeons & Dragons?
- And why is
this so much fun?
Hayden gave her own bonds a final tug and twist, then gave
up. Concentrate! she ordered herself. Why
did I let this happen? There were at least two
Firstly, Hayden had always found the damsel-in-distress
element of all genres of literature to be...
interesting. Like most kids, she'd played Cops &
Robbers and Cowboys & Indians when she was young, and
despite embracing feminism as soon as she understood the
concept, she didn't mind in the least being abducted or
captured in the course of childhood games and languishing in
bondage... or pretending to, anyway. Her brother and
their playmates had been pretty pathetic captors. She'd
usually had to ignore the fact that she could squirm out of
their ropes whenever she wanted to, so she was really only pretending
to be their prisoner.
Secondly, Hayden trusted Sharon, Chloe, and the Hobbits.
There wasn't even a twinge of genuine fear that anything bad
was happening, or would happen. No, the twinges
she was feeling, the ones between her legs, were something
else, something else entirely.
And what about 'D&D' being an organized recreational
activity at Tauton House? Sharon and her tenants
are really into this stuff? The stuff Hayden
found merely intriguing? She decided it was a fortuitous
accident, a chance to do it right, a chance to explore the
damsel-in-distress dynamic in a safe space, with people she
trusted and liked!
And finally... Why is this so much fun?
That was complicated. In the first place, bound, gagged,
and attractive women are sexy—like the dark-skinned beauty
bound to the chair and the naked, hogtied blonde writhing on
the floor. They're also sexy when they aren't
bound and gagged, but... it's the damsel-in-distress
thing, Hayden decided. Hayden had had her share of
boyfriends, and one girlfriend, for a few weeks, while
attending Lewis & Clark, but her sex life had never been
all that active. She'd never been a party girl.
Hayden squirmed in her bonds, again, with the same
non-result. But this is fun, and erotic, and...
fun. In a word, she mused, 'complicated.'
The hour slowly ticked by and Hayden dutifully continued
testing her bonds, but with nothing like the enthusiasm
exhibited by the Hobbits. Andrea and Dorothy were
literally working up sweats. Their dark brown and
well-tanned skins were beginning to glow. There was no
beading and dripping of perspiration, not yet, but they were
definitely glowing... and squirming... and struggling... and
Hayden was finding it most distracting. It
looked like sorting out the rest of her feelings might have to
wait. Oh well.
Time passed... the Hobbits continued struggling (and
glowing)... and Hayden continued watching.
Finally, all good things come to an end. Also, all
desperate countdowns inevitably expire and whatever horrible
fates await helpless damsels finally arrive. In this
case, that meant Sharon and Chloe returned to the parlor.
Sharon sat on the sofa, lifted Hayden's tape-gagged head and
tossed the pillow aside, then settled Hayden's head and
shoulders onto her lap. "How are you doing, dear?" she
asked as she combed strands of Hayden's hair from her face.
Hayden gazed up into Sharon's smiling face, wondering how she
was supposed to answer. "Mrrrf?"
"Sorry," Sharon chuckled, then slowly, carefully peeled the
strip of tape from Hayden's lips.
Meanwhile, Chloe had also settled down on the sofa and had
lifted Hayden's bound feet onto her lap. She'd
left a small tab at the end of Hayden's duct-tape bonds and
peeled it back, then began ripping away the rest of the tape.
Hayden licked her lips and swallowed when the tape-gag came
free. "I'm fine," she gasped. She looked down her
body and watched Chloe remove the last of the tape, then
release the Velcro tab and begin unwinding the Ace
bandage. She focused on Sharon, again. "What
"Now, I put you to bed," Sharon purred. The bandage and
the sock padding fell away and Sharon helped Hayden to her
"I still say I could have carried her upstairs," Chloe said
with a grin.
"I know you could, dear," Sharon chuckled, "but if you tripped
on the stairs I might lose a tenant, maybe two. That
would be very inconvenient."
"Indeed," Chloe chuckled, then focused her infuriating and
gloating smile on Hayden. "It's been a pleasure being
your Dungeon Mistress this evening, Red," she said.
"Don't call me Red," Hayden huffed, then gave her wrists a
weak twist. They were still bandaged and taped together
behind her back, of course.
Chloe reached up and gave a lock of Hayden's long hair a
gentle, playful tug. "What else do you call this?
Russet? Auburn? Titian? All of those are
lousy nicknames, except for 'Titian.' Do you want us to
call you Titian?"
"We can discuss that in the morning," Sharon chuckled, then
led Hayden away, towards the stairs.
Hayden looked back over her shoulder. Dorothy was still
in her chair and Andrea was still hogtied on the floor.
"What about the Hobbits?" she asked.
"Dorothy and Andrea will be just fine, dear," Sharon
purred. "Chloe will take care of them."
Chloe waited until Sharon and Hayden had departed, then turned
her now clearly predatory smile to the Hobbits. "Yes,"
she said, "I'll take care of you."
Hayden frowned as she
climbed the stairs to her attic bedroom with Sharon close
behind. "Uh, what about the rest of the game?" she
"What do you mean?" Sharon purred.
"The stuff we didn't use," Hayden continued, "the deck of cards,
and all those pages in the notebook. They must be there
"They are," Sharon chuckled. They'd reached the top of the
stairs and she was opening the bedroom door. She had to,
of course, as Hayden's hands were still bound behind her
back. "Remember," Sharon continued, "tonight you're
playing D&D. The card deck and most of the binder are
used to generate scenarios for AD&D."
"Advanced Dungeons and Damsels?" Hayden inquired.
"Exactly," Sharon confirmed, "although Andrea has argued that
the more involved version of the game should be called 'Abducted
Damsels and Dungeons.' The rest of us think 'Advanced' is
adequate, and more descriptive."
"I see," Hayden responded. Sharon had led her to the
middle of the bedroom and was ripping away the duct-tape binding
her wrists. Apparently Chloe had left a tab at the end of
her wrist bindings, as she had with her ankles. "How does
it all work? How are the cards used, and how elaborate are
these 'scenarios?' And—"
"Please," Sharon said with a laugh. "The mechanics of the
game are Andrea's bailiwick. You should ask her to explain
it to you." She'd finished removing the duct-tape and
released the bandage's Velcro tab. The rest of the bandage
unraveled quickly. "Now, there is an additional
element to the basic game, but tonight I've decided we'll
dispense with it."
Rubbing her wrists, Hayden turned. Sharon was rolling the
Ace bandage. "Yes?"
"After the 'hour of testing,' also known as the 'table-turning
phase,'" Sharon explained, "there's one additional roll of the
dice. Which die is used is at the umpire's discretion, and
I take into account the player's schedules, such as whether it's
a work night, whether visitors are expected, that sort of
Sharon's smile turned slightly evil (or maybe it was Hayden's
imagination). "The final roll determines how many hours
the damsel will remain bound and gagged."
Hayden blinked in amazement. "Oh." She imagined
Dorothy inescapably bound to her chair... and Andrea wiggling
and squirming in her tight hogtie on the floor... for hours...
or the entire night! This caused a ripple of, uh,
empathy—Hayden decided to go with empathy—to quiver between her
Sharon chuckled, leaned close, and planted a quick kiss on
Hayden's lips, then spun on her heel and padded back to the open
door, taking the now rolled bandage and the wad of used
duct-tape with her. She paused at the threshold.
"Anyway, since it's your first time, I've decided that instead
of leaving you bound and gagged on your bed, I'll simply lock
you in for the night."
"L-lock me in?" Hayden gasped.
Sharon reached into her jeans pocket, produced an antique warded
key, and held it up. "Don't worry, darling," she said with
her usual smile. "I know you have work in the
morning. I'll make sure you aren't late. Goodnight."
Her eyes wide, Hayden watched as the door closed. Then,
she heard the distinctive sound of the lock turning. "Uh,
goodnight," she said, somewhat belatedly. Locked in?
Hayden stared at the closed door as she absorbed the reality of
her situation, then hurried to the door, turned the knob, and
opened the door—or rather, she tried to open the
door. The door was, indeed, locked, and she was, indeed,
Still in something of a daze, Hayden walked to her bed and sat
down. She wasn't really Sharon's prisoner.
In the first place, one of the bedroom's garret windows was an
emergency exit, in case of fire. Sharon had demonstrated
its operation when she moved in. All Hayden had to do was
open the window, lift the lid of the window seat/storage
compartment directly under the sill, and toss the end of the
ladder out the window. The system would also serve in the
event of kidnapping and unlawful confinement... like now.
And in the second place, she had her iPhone and could dial 911
any time she might want.
But that would spoil the game, Hayden decided, gazing
first towards the garret window, then at her iPhone. It
was plugged in and recharging on the nightstand. She then
stood and padded towards the bedroom's half-bath, unzipping her
jeans as she went. Wouldn't want to spoil the game.
Disrobing, laying out her clothing for the next day, donning her
pajamas, and her final preparations for bed took only a few
minutes. She slid between the sheets, turned off the
reading light, and rested her head against her pillow.
Now, the only illumination came from a dim, blue-green LED
nightlight across the room. As her eyes adjusted to the
near darkness, she could just make out the closed (and locked)
Hayden imagined herself still bound with the Ace bandages, the
tape-gag still sealing her lips, and lying on the bed...
helpless... all night. Are the Hobbits going to remain
bound and gagged all night? she wondered.
She thought of Dorothy, the Brown Hobbit, bound to the chair in
her underwear, tightly gagged... all night.
And Andrea, the naked and stringently hogtied Pink Hobbit,
tightly gagged and squirming on the carpet... all night.
And I can't help them, Hayden thought, because I'm
still Sharon's prisoner. I'm locked in! It
wasn't a cell in Jillian Foxwood's Stone Tower, but she was locked
Somehow, completely on its own, Hayden's right hand slid under
the waistband of her pajama bottom and her panties, then began
gently caressing her labia.
Poor Hobbits, she thought. I'd rescue you if I
could... but I can't... 'cause I'm a prisoner too!
|The League of
Sharon was too
excited to read. She was in bed, with her head and
shoulders resting on the pillows piled against the headboard,
but she wasn't wearing her glasses and her book wasn't
open. Both were waiting patiently on the nearby
nightstand. It worked, she thought. Hayden's
reactions to the basic game were perfect. Jillian was
right, as usual. Still smiling, slightly, the
Mistress of Tauton House heaved a sigh. The Mistress of
Foxwood Keep had told her Hayden was a red-haired Gwendoline
waiting to happen, and by all appearances it appeared to be
true. Sharon would probably have to make good on their
bet. Her hands found their way under her flimsy nightgown
and panties, and her fingers began slowly, gently sliding
against her labia.
Perhaps 'bet' is the wrong characterization, Sharon
thought, and not for the first time. It's more like a
conspiracy. Her arrangement with Jillian Foxwood,
their recruitment of Hayden Carriger into what they joking
called the "League of Ligation," was more of a joint venture
than a wager. Granted, part of the scheme was a formal
agreement that specified consequences if Jillian was wrong or
Sharon mishandled the situation, but other members of the
League, Jillian's extended family at the Keep and Sharon's
beloved tenants, would probably call that part of the agreement
hedging, and not an actual penalty clause. Sharon's
stroking of her pussy continued—Knock, knock, knock—then
was interrupted by a quiet rapping on the bedroom door.
Sharon's smile widened, just a little, and her hand slid away
from her pussy. "Come!" she called.
The bedroom door opened and Chloe stuck her blond, smiling head
into the semi-darkened room. "I just wanted to let you
know that I've finished putting the Hobbits to bed for the
evening. Goodnight, Mistress." She started easing
the door closed.
"Wait!" Sharon ordered, still smiling. "Get in here and
give your Mistress a proper report."
"Yes, Mistress," Chloe chuckled. She entered the room,
closing the door behind her, padded to the bed, and sat.
"Uh, there's not much to tell, really."
"Well," Sharon purred, "for starters, where did you put
them to bed?"
"They're both in Dorothy's bedroom," Chloe answered.
"And not in one of the upstairs closets or cubbyholes?" Sharon
demanded, "or down in the basement?"
"Of course not, Mistress," Chloe answered primly. "They're
both on Dorothy's bed. I was very nice."
"Nice," Sharon chuckled, somewhat skeptically. "You
released Salt from her hogtie, I suppose. And you had
to untie Pepper to get her upstairs."
"Yes, Mistress," Chloe confirmed.
"I helped Pepper out of her underwear so she could get ready for
bed," Chloe explained.
Chloe blushed, ever so slightly. "I box-tied both of them
and lashed them to the bed, for safety's sake, of course."
"Of course," Sharon purred, "and the box-ties are for their
sleeping comfort, I suppose."
"Yes, Mistress," Chloe said. "It's easier on the
shoulders, especially after a few hours."
"You removed their gags?"
"Yes, Mistress," Chloe nodded.
"So they can suck face?" Sharon purred.
Chloe smile widened. "Like I said, Mistress, I was
nice." She stood, did a full-body stretch, then smiled
down on her comfortably reclined mistress. "Is there
anything else, Mistress?" she inquired.
"Yes, there is," Sharon purred. "Strip."
Chloe's blush returned. "Mistress?"
Sharon's reply was an amused stare.
"Yes, Mistress," Chloe sighed, pulled her tank-top over her
head, unzipped and removed her jeans, then unclasped and removed
her bra. Finally, she pulled down and stepped free of her
panties, neatly folded all her clothes, and placed them on a
convenient chair. Now totally nude, she resumed her place
beside the bed and placed her hands atop her head with her
"Bottom drawer," Sharon purred, nodding towards the
nightstand. "Cuff your ankles."
Chloe heaved a sad, long-suffering sigh—which didn't fool Sharon
in the least—then opened the drawer in question, rummaged
inside, and produced a pair of nickle-plated steel handcuffs
(Smith & Wesson 100's). She sat on the bed, leaned
down, and clicked the cuffs closed around her ankles. They
were separated by a pair of steel links, so, if Mistress
allowed, she'd be able to walk, but only with pathetic, severely
limited baby steps.
Next, Sharon climbed from between the covers, reached down into
the drawer, and pulled out a second pair of steel
handcuffs. They were Smith & Wesson 300's, separated
by a steel hinge. She eased Chloe down onto her stomach
and cuffed her wrists behind her back, then reached back into
the drawer and produced a 5˝", reusable plastic cable-tie.
Smiling sweetly (meaning evilly) she gathered Chloe's thumbs
together and zipped the tie, binding them together. She
paused a few seconds, then conducted a pinch-test, confirming
that the blonde's circulation was unimpaired.
Needless to say, Chloe was now naked and helpless. She
smiled at Sharon and squirmed on the bed, testing her
bonds. "I take it Mistress wants me to warm her bed?"
"Mistress wants more than that," Sharon chuckled. She gave
Chloe's naked butt a resounding slap, then resumed her
reclined pose against the piled pillows. "Mistress finds
herself in need of... relaxation. See to that for
Mistress, then you can warm Mistress' bed."
"Yes, Mistress," Chloe purred, still smiling, and began wiggling
and squirming her way between Sharon's legs. Mistress had
been helpful by removing her panties and pulling up the hem of
her nightgown. It only took a few seconds for Chloe's
still smiling lips to reach Sharon's glistening pussy. Her
nose wrinkled as she took a rather theatrical sniff. "It
would seem Mistress has already primed the pump," she purred.
"And it would seem a certain slave would rather spend the night
hogtied on the floor than under the warm covers of Mistress'
bed." Sharon waved a warning finger in Chloe's impudently
smiling face. "Watch. Your. Attitude."
"Yes, Mistress," Chloe sighed, licked her lips, extended her
tongue, and set to work helping her mistress relax.
|The League of
Dorothy's bedroom, the Hobbits were, indeed, naked, box-tied,
and lashed to the bed—and they were, indeed, sucking face—but
only with difficulty.
Demonstrating her experience and expertise as a rigger, Chloe
had rendered each Hobbit helpless by crafting tight, inescapable
box-ties, with their wrists crossed and raised. She's
taken the additional precaution of wrapping the fingers of each
of their hands with several tight, overlapping layers of
duct-tape. Their thumbs were free to wiggle, but their
fingers were reduced to silver-gray flippers, and even clever,
squirmy Hobbits can't untie one of what Andrea called Chloe's
"puzzle-knots" with only wiggling thumbs and useless flippers,
especially when said knots are carefully positioned to be beyond
the reach of either Hobbit.
Next, Chloe placed the box-tied captives on their backs, folded
arms, rumps, and legs on the bed—Andrea on the left and Dorothy
on the right—then gave each a half frog-tie. That is, she
bent Andrea's left leg and tied her ankle to her upper
thigh. She then did the same to Dorothy, only with her right
leg. Next, she tied Andrea's right ankle to the bed's
lower-right bedpost and Dorothy's left ankle to the lower-left
bedpost. Finally, she stretched a rope from the nexus of
Andrea's box-tie bonds to the upper-right bedpost, then did the
same to Dorothy, only binding her upper-body bonds to the upper-left
bedpost. The final result was two helplessly bound
Hobbits, side-by-side, their bonds identical, but mirror-images.
Chloe had been nice, as she would later tell Sharon, in that
there was plenty of slack for the captives to squirm on the soft
mattress and even roll onto their sides. At Tauton House,
that qualified as a "very comfortable sleeping
arrangement." Chloe was not nice, however, in that
she left only enough slack for the Hobbits to be able to come
together to suck face only by struggling, straining, and
eliminating almost all slack in their tethers. And it took
constant effort to maintain mutual contact with their lips and
tongues. Other intimate activities were impossible, except
for being able to brush their erect nipples together.
"Just you wait," Andrea growled when they rolled apart to take a
much needed breather. "First chance I get, Chloe's gonna
find herself in a category six, flying pretzel-tie, down
in one of the basement storerooms, chewing on a week's worth of
dirty panties and watching me brick up the entrance."
"Credit where credit's due," Dorothy said. She was too
tired to giggle. "Chloe can be very inventive."
"And cruel," Andrea sighed.
"And cruel," Dorothy agreed.
Neither of them thought Chloe was cruel in the conventional
sense, but taking part in Hayden's first game of D&D had
left their proverbial pumps well-primed, and they couldn't do
all that much about it. In Tauton House, frustration of
this sort was the very definition of cruel, rather than a
special case; but even in their frustrated states, the Hobbits
knew Chloe was not a sadist.
Andrea managed a weak, exhausted smile. "Tomorrow, if we
work together, I bet we can talk Mistress into some form of
revenge," she suggested.
"Well, yeah," Dorothy agreed, "but don't forget, Hayden will get
home around five, and Sharon will insist that everything be back
to what passes for 'normal' around here."
"Hayden is working both days this weekend," Dorothy continued,
"so if we're cruel and unusual to Chloe on Saturday,
Sharon might give her a chance for counter revenge after
the librarian departs on Sunday."
Andrea heaved a sigh. "I hate it when you're right."
Dorothy smiled, savoring the pout on her lover's angelic
face. Dorothy's LED nightlight was red, shedding just
enough ruby light for her dark-adapted eyes to make out every
gleaming detail. She watched as Andrea's pout became a coy
"I know," the blond pixie purred, "we suck her in."
"Suck I can live with," Dorothy giggled, "but... what?"
"We let Blondie continue her cruel bitch schtick tomorrow,"
Andrea continued, "then talk Sharon into super revenge
"And if Sharon decides you're 'topping from the bottom,' again,"
Dorothy responded, "you'll be the one in the flying
pretzel-tie... and I'll probably be dangling right next to you."
"No guts, no glory," Andrea sighed, staring up at the
ceiling. "I didn't say it would be easy." She heaved
another sigh, then her smile returned and she turned her face to
her lover. "I'm tired, but I've got an idea. Roll on
Dorothy's lips formed a somewhat petulant moue, but she did roll
onto her right side as requested, until checked by her bonds.
Andrea squirmed and wiggled until they were close, but this time
her target wasn't Dorothy's exquisitely gorgeous face, it was
the gold ring gleaming from Dorothy's left nipple.
"T-that's your idea?" Dorothy sighed. "Why didn't we think
of this before? I guess we are tired." She
shivered in her bonds as Andrea's tongue flicked the nipple ring
and her lover's lips sucked on the erect nipple. "I'll
give you ten minutes to stop that!"
"Quiet, you," Andrea giggled. "I'm trying to concentrate."
"Don't forget, I have two rings," Dorothy purred,
dropping her chin and kissing the top of Andrea's head.
"I'll try and remember," Andrea said, then went back to teasing
Dorothy's nipple. It was hours until dawn, but they were
both nearing the limits of their strength, just as they were
already at the limits of Chloe's cleverly tied tethers. It
was only a matter of time until they were too tired to
continue. Andrea resolved to do all she could to entertain
Dorothy's nipples (and rings), as well as her fellow Hobbit's
full, soft lips and wet, warm tongue, for as long as her
lips and tongue were able.
|The League of LIGATION