| by Van ©2013
For the next
hour, Gwen imbibed the occasional glass of champagne and nibbled
on an array of delicious hors d'oeuvres. That is, a cool
glass of bubbly would appear at her lips and she would take a
sip, or a tidbit of some sort would be popped into her
mouth. Gwen wasn't much of a drinker—a few beers in the
appropriate setting, maybe a glass or two of wine with a special
meal—but she wasn't much of a drinker. In fact, Gwen had
never been seriously drunk in her entire life. However,
she had been a little buzzed on occasion, and it was
Her heartbeat had slowed to normal—Normal, what a concept!—and
she was coming to terms with her situation, which was...
Gwen continued hearing quiet conversations all around her, a
lot of quiet conversations. And at least some
of what was being said continued to be about her; not all, but
some. After her initial embarrassment—meaning soul-numbing
mortification—Gwen had kinda gotten used to being on
display, to being led around in nude captivity. The
champagne helped, and so did Inga's close presence. Also,
the party chatter that was about her was all
positive. Apparently, Gwen was beautiful, brave, and
intriguing—and as the champagne continued to flow she became
even more beautiful, brave, and intriguing.
- Naked... at a party!
- Being led around on a steel collar and leash by Inga...
- Her wrists crossed and caged in steel behind her back!
- Blindfolded, by means of a feathery bird mask!
A few voices engaged Inga in direct conversation, congratulating
her on completing her doctorate, asking her opinion of some new
author (new to Gwen, anyway), discussions of various movies,
etc. Gwen made a mental note to go see Beasts of the
Southern Wild when she got a chance. It sounded
interesting. Anyway, no names were used and Gwen was never
directly addressed, except by Inga. This was just as well,
as far as Gwen was concerned. She knew she'd be totally
tongue-tied if she even tried to make chit-chat. Maybe
I'll be able to talk later, she decided, after a
little more bubbly.
Also, Gwen was more and more convinced she was in a ballroom, or
maybe an auditorium. And there were at the very least a
hundred party guests milling about. It would seem Inga had
a lot of friends... or was all of this a meeting of
"hobbyists?" Am I the only naked prisoner? Gwen
wondered. Is other kinkiness going on all around me?
Everyone was appreciative of her condition, but at the same time
a little blasé. That was what made her think she
might not be alone.. alone in bondage, that is. The
possibility was somewhat disconcerting. One more weird
thing for Gwen to deal with.
Gwen listened... and sipped bubbly... and noshed on tidbits...
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her BFF—her BFF in bondage and the buff—from across the
living room. At the moment the blond leading Gwen around
on a leash and Bibi-the-archeologist were deep in conversation,
and Gwen was a blindfolded spectator. No, 'blindfolded
spectator' is a non sequitur, Clem decided. Clem was
carrying a small tray of bacon-wrapped shrimp skewered on
toothpicks in her fettered hands. She popped one in her
mouth and chewed. Yes, if you're blindfolded you can't
spectate, not visually, anyway. Clem
swallowed. Time for more champagne. She set
the tray on a side table and minced and tinkled her way towards
Thus far, Clem had managed not to scream Gwen's name and
rush to her side. It had been a real struggle when Gwen
and her blond handler, the new PhD and guest of honor, first
appeared, but she'd managed. She'd even managed not to
freak out when Kim directed her to carry a couple of flutes of
champagne to the newcomers. It had gotten easier,
and now it was very easy. Gwen, much to Clem's
amazement and irritation, had quickly calmed down and
was clearly enjoying herself. Clem could tell.
Once Gwen and "Dr. Blondie" arrived, Clem more or less ignored
the naked little mouse. Okay, the petite prisoner had a
cute bod, whoever she was, and her predicament was kind of cool,
but then Gwen had appeared and she was in more or less the same
predicament, and she was her BFF and... the brazen little
red-haired twerp was basking in the adoration of the
virtual crowd of party-goers making fawning comments about her
nude, captive body. It was infuriating. Clem
had been playing the dutiful servant for... three hours?
Who knew? Who cared? It was infuriating.
Early on, Clem had been looking for an opportunity to whisper in
Gwen's ear, despite her promise to Kim, to let her BFF know she
was here and reassure her that all would be well. But
now? Hah! Preening and prancing around like a
poodle at a dog show... The little twerp! Clem
couldn't wait to give Gwen a piece of her mind, as soon as the
party was over, as soon as Kim let them go. And she'd get
to tell Gwen her worshipful audience was computer generated,
which would be icing on the proverbial cake.
Clem entered the kitchen and headed for the wine cabinet.
There were still several unopened bottles of bubbly
remaining. Before she could open the cabinet, however, the
door from the living room opened and Kim and Megan appeared.
"You've been very good, Clementine," Kim said with a
"Yes," Megan agreed, also smiling, "an excellent serving girl
and a very mature young lady."
"Mature," Clem huffed, "as in 'for mature audiences only,'
Whatever." Normally, Clem would never talk like
that to a full professor she hardly even knew, especially one
she might be taking classes from at some point in her academic
future, but tonight was anything but normal. "Hey!"
Megan had stepped behind Clem and seized her upper arms, pulling
her elbows together. This pinned the chain joining her
fettered hands against her stomach and trapped her hands at her
sides. "Quiet, please," Megan chuckled. "Don't spoil
Still smiling, Kim reached down her dress and produced the
paper-backed plastic strip she'd offered to gag Clem with
earlier, before Gwen and her blond captor had appeared.
"Nice and warm from Kimberly's bosom," Megan whispered in Clem's
Kim focused on her red-haired colleague as she removed the paper
backing from the strip. "Are you drunk?" she inquired.
"We're all a little drunk," Megan chuckled.
Kim shook her head, then beamed at Clem, once again. "Time
for bed, Clementine."
Kim nodded. "Lips together, please."
Clem blinked at her mentor, then sighed and pursed her
lips. Now? But the party isn't over.
"Good girl," Kim purred, then stretched the strip across Clem's
mouth and smoothed it with her fingers. "Now, off to the
This is crazy! Clem thought.
With Kim clutching her right arm and Megan her left, Clem was
led through the kitchen door, across the corner of the living
room, and down the hallway towards the bedrooms. The
remaining party-goers didn't seem to notice.
They reached the bathroom and Clem's professorial handlers
worked together to pull down her panties—"Mrrpfh!"—then gently
plunked her down on the commode. Blushing, furiously, Clem
managed to empty her bladder.
Megan had been polite enough to turn her back, focus on the
mirror above the washbasin, and brush her ginger hair. Kim
made a show of straightening the towels. That
helped. Despite her chains, Clem managed to pat herself
with a fold of tissue, flush the toilet, stand and pull up her
panties, then rinse her hands at the washbasin.
"Good girl," Kim said, then led Clem from the bathroom.
Megan was a step behind.
Enough with the 'good girl' crap, Clem fumed as she
clinked down the hallway. She wasn't really mad at Kim—or
Megan, for that matter—but she was... agitated. Yes,
'agitated' is a good word, she decided. They entered
the bedroom she'd slept in the night before, and Clem's eyes
The medical restraints were still on her former bed, but their
configuration had been changed. The straps with their
attached padded cuffs were still stretched across the mattress
and buckled to the lower bed-frame, but the wrist-cuffs strap
had be moved from the waist position up to about the level of a
hypothetical "patient's" shoulders. Also, a third and
somewhat larger padded cuff had been added, midway between the
wrist cuffs. Clem realized it was a collar!
Clem was still staring at the bed and its restraints when she
realized Kim was unzipping her dress, and Megan had knelt and
was pulling down her garters and stockings. "Mrrrf!"
"Don't be silly," Megan giggled. "Maids don't sleep in
Kim chuckled but didn't say anything.
Clem could have at least tried to resist, despite her
chains. It would have been possible, but she didn't, and
she wasn't at all sure why not. Her dress was now open and
half hanging off her body and Kim was releasing her bra.
Next, chain encumbered and in dishabille, Clem allowed herself
to be helped down onto the bed. The padded collar was
loosely buckled around her throat, then Kim produced a key and
unlocked the steel cuff on her right wrist. One by one her
chains were removed, and as each limb was freed, her handlers
removed her clothing, including her panties, placed her wrists
and ankles in the medical restraints, and secured the buckles.
Naked and strapped to the bed, Clem watched as Megan gathered
her maid's costume—shoes, stockings, garters, dress, cap, and
undies—and used the apron to make a neat, all inclusive
bundle. Meanwhile, Kim was snapping tiny padlocks through
the hasps in the tongues of the restraints' buckles. Snick,
snick, snick, snick, snick.
"Good night," Kim purred, leaned close, and kissed Clem's
tape-gagged lips. She then removed the naked prisoner's
glasses, folded the earpieces, and set them on the nightstand.
Then, it was Megan's turn. "Good night, Little One," the
redhead purred. She then leaned close and simultaneously
kissed Clem's plastic-sealed lips and gave her left breast a
quick, gentle squeeze. "Sleep tight," she added, then
joined Kim at the open door.
"That does it," Kim chuckled as she turned off the overhead
light. "You're cut off."
"And you call yourself a hostess?" Megan giggled as the door
Clem heard a key turn in the lock, then more giggling receding
down the hall... followed by silence.
She stared up at the black ceiling. As her eyes adapted to
the dark Clem realized the nightlight somewhere near the floor
was glowing, like the night before. The rest of the
bedroom was also unchanged. The second bed was still
neatly made, its taut bedspread stretched and tucked over the
sheets and pillows underneath. And speaking of sheets, Kim
had failed to cover Clem's naked body. The bedclothes of her
bed were folded at the foot, just below her feet. Did
she forget? They were both a little tipsy—like me.
Minutes passed. Clem gave her bonds a halfhearted tug,
then tried to relax. What a night, she
mused. What a bizarre, incredible night.
Suddenly, Clem heard the lock turn in the bedroom door.
Then, the door opened and Clem closed her eyes against the
bright light shining from the hallway. The bedroom door
closed and was locked again, and Clem opened her eyes. As
her night vision returned, she beheld a female figure standing
just inside the door—a naked female figure—and it was Gwen!
Her BFF's wrists were no longer behind her back, but the bird
mask was still covering her eyes. She didn't seem to be
otherwise restrained, although Clem couldn't be absolutely
certain with only the dim, blue-green nightlight illuminating
the curves of her roommate's body.
Gwen took a startled step back, bumping her butt against the
closed and locked door. "Who's there?" she demanded.
Clem rolled her eyes. Somebody who's gagged, you
Gwen took a tentative step forward, reaching out blindly with
both hands. "Clem?"
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tell when the party started, and it had been underway for
something like three hours. She could hear the faint music
and buzzing voices. In addition, the joists creaked as Kim
and her guests walked around overhead.
It had been a long day. Naked, bound in a standing
spread-eagle with padlocked, inescapable suspension-cuffs,
ball-gagged... it had been a very long day. Dawn
found its way into the basement through the barred window
wells... then noon... and finally, sunset. And now the
basement was dark again. Luckily, the air temperature was
at a comfortable level. Maybe the thermostat was set a tad
high, but that wasn't a bad thing. Better to sweat a
little than to get the chills.
The helpless prisoner was thirsty and hungry and sore—but Tori
Ballantine was a tough cookie. She could take it.
That was part of the reason she'd agreed to her role for The
Phantom's party. Tori liked to test herself. That
said, according to the original plan she was supposed to
be upstairs with everyone else, enjoying herself.
She'd bought a new dress and everything, and she was missing the
Yes, according to plan they were all supposed to troop down to
the basement and only then Tori would allow herself to
be "captured." But Pappas had tricked her into letting
herself get captured early, a good ten hours
early! Kim's treachery was giving Tori a really good
opportunity to test herself, and Tori fully intended to return
Finally, the basement door opened, the track-lights over Tori's
pinioned body winked on, and several sets of heels started
tapping down the stairs. Tori's long wait was over.
One-by-one the party-goers appeared, minus Clem and Gwen, of
course. What was about to unfold was not for
Kim appeared, followed by Megan, Ellen, Cynthia, Bibi, and the
guest of honor, Inga. All were dressed in very pretty
cocktail dresses, except for Cynthia. "Dr. Webbel-Wobble"
(Cynthia's campus nickname, thanks to the way her boobs bounced
when she walked, especially on the stairs) was not
dressed. Obviously, the little computer-geek had lost The
Phantom's lottery. Also, Inga's floor-length outfit was
better described as a gown than a dress, but that was a minor
point. The gaggle of PhDs looked hot, like Tori would have
looked in her dress, but for the treacherous betrayal of
All walked slow circles around Tori's nude, glowing (meaning
slightly sweaty), and pinioned form. She stared back at
their smiling, gloating faces. It was the thing to
do. It was also just about the only thing she could
do other than wiggle her fingers.
Inga stepped forward and cupped Tori's breasts. "My, how
the mighty have fallen," she said, an evil smile curling her
girlish lips. She gently squeezed Tori's modest
but well-shaped boobs, then began teasing her nipples with her
thumbs and forefingers.
Tori locked eyes with The Phantom and stoically ignored what she
was doing to her now fully erect nips. Then, her eyes
widened and it was all she could do not to moan through her
gag. Inga's hands had left her tits and were now caressing
and probing her labia!
"She's not very wet," Inga noted.
"It's probably the fear," Ellen suggested.
"Probably," Kim agreed.
Meanwhile, Megan and Bibi had pulled a cardboard box out from
under the folding table and were arranging its contents on the
black tablecloth. The items included:
Tori's strong, healthy heart was beating faster. She
couldn't help it, because of what Inga continued doing to her
pussy and in anticipation of the "testing" to come.
- A multi-tailed flogger of black leather.
- A riding crop, also in black.
- A matching leather paddle the size and shape of a large
- A glass bowl full of small metal clothespins.
- Two Wartenberg Wheels, medical instruments comprised of
spur-like disks with needle-sharp points spinning on steel
- A pair of spring-loaded clamps joined by a light steel
chain. A tiny vibrator the shape of a large pill was
clipped to each clamp.
- A penis-shaped dildo in purple latex, anatomically correct
and distressingly large.
- A torpedo-shaped vibrator, also purple.
- A wand-style vibrator with a saddle-shaped head. It
- And finally, a metal cup containing a dozen or more quills
and feathers of various size.
"That's better," Inga chuckled, withdrawing her hands and
strolling back to join the others at the table. "Any more
and she might cum, and it's waaay too early to let her
Ellen gazed at Tori, then her smile broadened. "As high
card of the lottery I can propose 'enhancements,' correct?"
Ellen handed the end of Cynthia's leash to Megan. Then,
without warning, she reached out and released Cynthia's right
"MRRRF!" Cynthia's eyes had popped wide behind her mouse
mask, and her petite frame shivered with distress.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ellen purred. "Did that hurt?"
Smiling sweetly, she unhooked the pendant earring and handed it
to Bibi, then unhooked the necklace and the remaining earring
from the left clamp. She handed both to Bibi as well, then
turned back to smile at Cynthia. "Ready, Little Mouse?"
Cynthia stared daggers at her smiling friend. She winced,
but managed to make that her only reaction when Ellen removed
the left clamp.
Ellen reached down, rummaged in the box on the floor, and
produced a large coil of thin white cord. She then stood
erect and looked up at the ceiling.
"I think I know where this is going," Kim said, then pointed to
a spot ten feet removed and directly in front of Tori's gagged
and glowering face. "There's an eye-bolt screwed into the
beam, right there."
Ellen and Kim walked over and Kim pointed, again.
"Perfect," Ellen said. "It's so dark down here I couldn't
Kim carried over a folding footstool, deployed it under the
eye-bolt, and climbed to the second step. Ellen handed her
one end of the cord, then put both hands on Kim's waist to
steady her as she reached up and threaded the string-like strand
through the eye-bolt.
Meanwhile Bibi and Megan had restored Cynthia's earrings and
necklace to their proper settings, the petite captive's earlobes
and collared throat.
"Very pretty," Megan said, combing her fingers through Cynthia's
"Very," Bibi agreed.
Cynthia glared from face to grinning, gloating
face. It was her duty as the loser of Inga's lottery and
the designated gloatee.
Kim climbed down from the stool and, together with Ellen,
returned to the group. One end of the cord dangled from
the eye-bolt and the other in Ellen's hand.
Tori watched as Ellen tied a non-compacting knot in the cord,
forming a loose noose around the steel chain joining the
clover-clamps. Tori knew where this was going as
well. They all did.
Bibi strolled to the vertical cord dangling from the eye-bolt
and took it in her hand, to prevent it from playing out.
Smiling sweetly, Kim and Ellen massaged Tori's nipples.
The dark-pink nubbins grew erect in their fingers.
"This is very cruel," Kim said.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" Ellen purred, then closed a clamp on
Tori's right nipple.
Tori glared at her tormentors, but didn't even flinch.
Kim closed the other clamp on Tori's left nipple. "Very
cruel," she agreed.
Again, Tori didn't flinch.
"So strong and beautiful," Ellen purred, smiling at the glaring
"Strong, beautiful," Kim nodded, "but cruel in her own right."
"Yes," Ellen agreed, "which is why it will be so much
fun to break her."
Kim nodded. "By sunrise, she'll be a groveling slave."
"If not," Ellen purred, "there's always tomorrow night, and the
night after that."
Tori watched as they turned and walked away to join Bibi at the
vertical cord. They were kidding, of course. It was
all part of the game, all in accordance with The Phantom's
scenario—but not the nipple clamps. That was all on
Professor Chen's smiling, gloating, beautiful head.
Megan had custody of Cynthia. The loop at the end of her
leash was on the redhead's right wrist and her left arm was
around the little prisoner's waist. Both were gazing at
Tori. Megan was smiling in open appreciation of her
plight. Cynthia's expression, however, was hidden behind
her mask and veil.
"Do you have any weights?" Bibi asked Kim. "Perhaps eight
or ten kilos of lead fishing weights?"
Kim shook her head. "I'll add them to my shopping list."
Tori knew Bibi was kidding. "Eight or ten kilos" was really
excessive. Joke or not, it's the thought that counts,
Tori fumed, staring daggers at the grinning Swede.
"Not important," Ellen said as she took the cord from
Bibi. She nodded towards a steel support column a few feet
away. "I'm planning on tying it off."
"Is it long enough?" Bibi asked.
"We'll soon find out," Ellen chuckled as she walked towards the
column in question.
It turned out the cord was long enough, with several
inches to spare, and that turned into about three feet as Ellen
gently pulled in the slack. The smiling professor took two
turns around the column at shoulder height, then pulled in what
little slack remained.
Tori had no choice but to lean forward as far as her bonds would
allow, until her back was arched and her heels an inch off the
floor. The clover-clamps now stretched her nipples up and
out and her breasts into slightly elongated cones. The
cord was taut, but not fiddle-string taut. Nonetheless,
Tori's choices were now twofold: hold the current pose, or
punish her nipples. Her back, calf, and foot muscles were
already complaining, and this was only the beginning.
Off to the side, Inga had watched as the opening drama of Tori's
Testing unfolded. Now, she strolled to Tori's side, leaned
close, and whispered in her left ear. "Thank you for this,
Tori," she purred, and kissed the prisoner's left cheek.
"I can only stay a few more minutes, then I'm leaving for my new
job." She nuzzled Tori's neck as she continued. "I'm
afraid that means I won't be here when the time comes for you to
take your Epic Revenge. But who knows what may transpire
in the years to come? Who knows when we'll meet again, and
under what circumstances? So, farewell for now, my
beautiful, helpless, Captured Villainess. Suffer
well." She gave Tori's cheek a final kiss, then turned and
strolled away to stand by the stairs.
Tori turned her head and looked back over her shoulder, watching
Inga's departure. She's leaving now? Tonight?
Do the others know? She turned back. With
Kim's assistance, Ellen was unzipping and stepping out of her
dress. Well, I'm certainly not in a position to tell
them. Tori smiled around her gag, although it
probably wasn't apparent to the others. It's just like
The Phantom to mysteriously disappear.
Now wearing only silver high heels and sheer, gray stockings
held up by a dove-gray garter-belt, Ellen pulled her long black
hair back into a ponytail and secured it with a length of black
cord. Her dress was draped over Kim's arms. Her
panties were stuffed in Cynthia's mouth, although Tori didn't
know that particular detail.
Tori gazed at Ellen's nearly naked body. The smiling
professor was executing a series of warmup exercises, her
muscles gliding under her smooth skin as she twisted her torso,
rolled her shoulders, and flexed and stretched her arms and
legs. This wasn't the first time Tori had seen Ellen's
magnificent, forty-something physique. She'd seen all of
The Phantom's committee in the university gym, including the
steam room and showers. She'd also seen them bound,
gagged, and naked as she licked and teased their helpless bodies
Now, Ellen was running her hand over the items arrayed on the
table, her gracefully curved back, dimpled butt, and long legs
facing her soon-to-be victim. She turned, an evil smile on
her exquisite face. The multi-tailed flogger was now in
her right hand. Tori was unsurprised by Ellen's
choice. The twenty or more ribbon-like, leather tails
rattled together as Ellen slipped the flogger's safety loop over
her wrist and gripped the braided handle. She resumed her
stretching exercises with her left hand gripping the tails.
"Perhaps we should oil her skin," Bibi suggested.
"You may do so when it's your turn," Ellen purred, her
eyes locked with Tori's. "She's already shining a little,
and I want to see how she marks before applying oil." She
shifted her smiling gaze to Kim. "You do have oil,
Kim nodded. "Baby oil, and also a very special
oil distilled from ginger root, wintergreen, and stinging
"Excellent," Ellen chuckled as she strolled behind Tori's
"Will you start with her back, her butt, or her thighs?" Megan
"Hush," Ellen responded. "Let it be a surprise."
Tori faced forward and glared at the committee (minus
Ellen), slowly shifting her gaze from Kim, to Bibi, to Megan, to
Cynthia-the-Mouse. You're all on my list, she
promised. Kim and Ellen are at the top, at the moment,
but you're ALL on my list. She heard
a swish and—"MRRF!—her back exploded in pain.
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her way towards Clem with cautious steps. The
prisoner-of-the-bed provided course corrections in the form of
"Mrrrfs" and "Nrrrfs." It was like a game of blind man's
bluff, naked blind man's bluff as both participants were
nude. Or maybe it's Bondage Marco Polo, Clem
Finally, Gwen arrived, stumbling into the side of the bed and
nearly tripping across Clem's spreadeagled body.
"Ah! Why didn't you warn me?" she demanded.
Because I'm GAGGED, maybe? Clem fumed. She's
Meanwhile, Gwen was exploring the surface of the bed and had
immediately encountered her BFF's pinioned, naked form.
"Oh! You're naked."
Clem rolled her eyes. No shit, Sherlock.
Gwen was running her hands over Clem's thighs and tummy
and—"MRRRF!"—the area between.
"Completely naked," Gwen amended her assessment.
She groped her way up Clem's body, across her boobs and
shoulders and to her face. She ran her fingers over Clem's
tape-gagged mouth. "Hold still," she cautioned as she sat
on the bed and carefully teased back a corner of the plastic
Clem heaved a sigh. I AM holding still. Geesh!
The strip peeled away, stretching Clem's lips in the
process. "There," Gwen said as she folded the plastic on
itself and tossed it aside. "You're welcome." She
returned her hands to Clem's face and began a gentle
exploration. "It is you, isn't it?"
"Who else could it be?" Clem demanded. "Take off that
"It's locked," Gwen explained, then slid her hands over the
padded collar padlocked around Clem's throat. "There's a
lot of that going around."
Clem tugged on her wrist and ankle cuffs, causing their padlocks
to rattle. "Tell me about it."
"Tell you about what?" Gwen shook her head, causing her
red curls and the feathers of her mask to flutter. "Sorry,
I'm a little buzzed."
"Me too," Clem admitted. "So..."
"What happened to you?" Clem demanded.
"You mean after you so callously abandoned me helplessly bound
and gagged in the Room of Requirement?"
Clem couldn't help but smile. "Yes, after that."
Gwen sighed. "Okay. I'll tell my story, then you can
Gwen rested her left hand on Clem's stomach—then realized what
she was doing and pulled it back. "Well... I was
rolling around on the futon suffering in cruel bondage—"
"Dial back the color commentary," Clem chuckled.
"Only if you stipulate you're an evil villainess," Gwen
"Sure," Clem conceded. "I'm an evil villainess."
"Allrightiethen," Gwen giggled. "I was waiting for you to
return and finally you did—but it wasn't you!"
Gwen continued telling her tale.
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