By Ars Slava

Originally published in Bondage Pleasures, No.  1, Sept.  1981

Scanned and printed by turningwild2

Transcribed by guardian46w

Story codes: FF/ff, bondage, tricked, n/cons, cuffs, blindfold, gag, stripped, naked, spread-eagle, X

Disclaimer: I did not write this story.  All rights are retained by the author.

Alicia was rich, blonde, beautiful, and exceedingly jealous, so only a  real fool would do something to cause her to crave revenge.  Foolish as  it seems, that is what happened.



She put her fiendish little mind to work and soon had an acceptable  plan to get her revenge, a very acceptable plan.  Since she could not do  it alone, she recruited others to help.  Of all her co-conspirators,  only Myra knew every little detail of what was going to happen to whom  and why.

Paula Pollard was the Judas goat.  The college sophomore with long,  dark brown hair and big brown eyes was not anxious to play the part  Alicia wanted, but she did not want the blonde mad at her.  She had her  own secret to hide.

The bait was Alicia’s uncle’s beach house, noted for its Victorian  architecture, commanding view of the ocean, and wild parties.  There was  a three-day break from college coming up, so Alicia ‘persuaded’ him to  let her and her friends use it.  The weekend would be everything a  twenty-year-old beautiful woman could want: men, booze, freedom, and of  course, more men.

With Alicia, Myra, and Paula united against her, red-haired Colette  O’Hara gave in to their arguments.  She turned her cute little nose up  in the air at first, but finally acquiesced under constant pressure.   They would go to the beach house for the weekend and she and Paula would  join the Misty Beach Secret Society.

Alicia borrowed her mother’s Rolls Royce because she needed a car  bigger than her own sports car.  She needed room to move around inside  the car and proceed with her plan without having to get out.  She did  not want prying eyes to see what was happening to Paula and Colette.

Paula’s last class ended at three o’clock Friday afternoon.  Since  she was the key to getting lovely Colette tied up and helpless, they  could not start until she arrived.  Once Paula’s overnight bag was in  the trunk, and the beautiful brunette and redhead were in the backseat,  they were ready to go.

For a while, Alicia drove toward the ocean just to delude Colette  into thinking they were going to the beach as she had promised.  A few  miles outside town she turned down a side road, coming to a halt on a  deserted section of highway.

“Why are we stopping?” Paula asked.

“It’s time for the two of you to start paying your dues to join the Society.”

“What do you mean, ‘dues?’”

“You have to give us things.”

“Money?”

“No.  Other things.  Like that top you’re wearing.”

“My top!”

The conversation had been well-rehearsed between Paula and Myra.  The  brunette would lead the way, leaving Colette no choice but to do  exactly as she did.

Paula sighed, looked at Colette and shrugged her shoulders in  resignation.  She pulled the knit top off and handed it to Myra.  She  sat back with her arms to her sides, resisting the natural temptation to  cover her chest with her arms.  She was to show Colette that she had no  concerns about just wearing her bra.

“Your turn, Colette,” Myra said to the redhead.

The blue-eyed beauty glanced at Paula sitting beside her in her white  cotton bra.  She seemed unconcerned about this situation so she  unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it off and handed it to Myra.

“Are those shorts you’re wearing?”

“Don’t bother asking,” Paula said.  She unsnapped them at the waist.   Raising her bottom off the seat, she pushed them off her hips.

With Paula willingly stripping, Colette found it impossible to refuse  to do the same.  By the time the brunette was passing her shorts  forward, Colette had hers down to her knees.

“Give me your shoes.”

Barefoot and wearing just lingerie, Colette could not go far if she  tried to flee.  She was already hopelessly within the blonde’s trap.   Her only comfort came from the knowledge that Paula was just as  undressed.

“They’re both down to panties and a bra,” Myra said to Alicia, who thus far had not participated in the disrobing ritual.

“I don’t think they need both,” she said slowly.

“Neither do I.” turning back to the two beauties in the back seat she  said, “I want either your panties or your bra.  You choose.  Right  now!”

Actually, whichever one Colette chose to give up mattered little to  Alicia as her plans included completely stripping the redhead.  She had  told Paula beforehand to remove whichever one she wanted.  The luscious  brunette chose to remove her bra.

As soon as Paula reached behind her back to get at the hooks, Colette  did the same.  Within seconds of Paula’s bosom becoming visible,  Colette’s even larger boobs could be seen by the two women in the front  seat.

“Okay, Colette, strap Paula’s hands together behind her back using  this.  Paula, turn around so your back is toward Colette and put your  hands together, palm-to-palm.”

Colette showed more reluctance at imprisoning Paula’s hands than the  lithe brunette did at being made helpless.  Colette moved closer to her  future captive, glanced in Myra’s direction to make certain this was not  a joke, then went to work with the leather cuff.

The main part of the cuff was four inches wide.  This she fitted  about Paula’s wrists so the edges overlapped.  The cuff was held in  place by a pair of half-inch wide straps which were threaded through  buckles riveted to the outside of the cuff.  The bondage was not too  uncomfortable but Paula could not get free on her own.

“Okay, Colette, now it’s your turn.  Twist around so I can get this cuff on you.”

Colette had to scoot forward until her panty-covered bottom was half  off the seat.  She then twisted her body so her knees were almost  touching the back of the seat.  As the buxom redhead looked over her  shoulder, she saw Myra leaning across the seat toward her.

Though she could not see the leather cuff as Myra fastened it around  her wrists, she felt it.  She had fumbled about as she bound Paula but  there was no hesitation by her own captor as the woman wrapped the piece  of leather around her wrists.  With one hand she held the cuff in place  while her other hand slipped the ends of the straps through their  buckles.  Colette knew Myra could only perform that efficiently if she  had experience.  Her curiosity tempted her to ask, but common sense told  her that as long as she was helplessly bound, silence was the most  prudent course of action.

The cuff was snug when Myra finished.  It was so snug in fact that  Colette knew it would be futile to try to get her hands free.  From the  brief experience she had using the bondage device on Paula, she knew the  cuff was designed to be the exact tightness needed to keep the wearer  helpless.  There was only one hole in each strap, so it had to be pulled  to the right tautness before it could be secured to the buckle.

“Turn around, Colette.  Both of you move forward so we can blindfold you.”

Colette sat directly behind Alicia so the blonde put the blindfold over her eyes while Myra did the same to Paula.

Like the cuff, the blindfold was made of leather, consisting of a  pair of leather pads connected by a leather strap.  Alicia adjusted the  placement of the pads on the strap before holding them against the  redhaired beauty’s face.  One pad covered each eye.  Leaning forward,  Alicia pulled both ends of the strap behind her captive’s head, and  buckled them together.

“Can you see anything, Colette?”

“No, not a thing.”

“What about you, Paula?”

“I can’t see anything either.”

“So, you’re both in the dark, huh?  Just sit back and relax.  We’ll be at the beach house in about an hour.”

With the blindfold on, Colette had no way of knowing that they were  going away from the beach.  All she could do was sit there and pretend  that being a helpless captive did not terrify her.  As discreetly as she  could, she pulled her right hand up and her left down.  But the leather  cuff was far too snug to let her get it out.  She was helplessly bound.

They left Colette in the car while they conducted Paula inside the  house through a basement door.  The brunette knew they were not going to  the beach, but nobody told her where they were actually going and with  the blindfold on, she could not see.  Not until she was in the cellar  was the blindfold finally removed.

“Come on, we have to move quickly before Colette loses her nerve and  fouls things up.  Stand between those two posts, Paula, so we can tie  you up in this new position.”

As the leather cuff was removed, the statuesque brunette looked  around at her new surroundings.  She was in the basement of an old  house, a very old house judging from the pile of coal next to the  furnace.

“Hold your hands out.”

Alicia and Myra then tackled the enjoyable task of tying the end of a  rope to each wrist of their captive.  There were several loops and  several knots so there was no chance the rope could come off.

Without a word to their lovely captive, the two pulled her arms out  to the sides of her body toward the posts.  The ends of the ropes were  threaded through eyebolts and pulled.  Paula’s arms were drawn out so  far that she could not move them at all.

Each captor then squatted at the brunette’s feet to tie one end of another pair of ropes to her ankles.

“Spread your feet as far apart as you can.”

As Paula moved her feet apart, her body pulled down on her stretched  arms.  She looked down as Myra tied the other end of her rope to another eyebolt screwed into the post.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Very.  When are you going to let me go?”

“As soon as we get Colette tied up like this.  You know what’s going on.  Imagine what it’s going to feel like for her.”

“Meanwhile, put your head back and open your mouth.”

“What for?”

“I have to gag you.”

“Gag me!  What for?”

“So Colette won’t protest when I gag her, silly.  We don’t want her  yelling for help when we spring our little surprise on her, do we?”

“No, I guess not.”

Paula put her head back as she opened her mouth as wide as she  could.  She stared with fearful eyes at the ballgag in Alicia’s hands.

The blonde raised it toward her captive’s mouth, holding it with her  fingertips.  She pressed gently to get the white rubber ball wedged in  between the brunette’s teeth.  She raised her hand just a little.   Before Paula could do a thing, she pressed against the ball with the  heel of her palm driving the ball deeper.

“Bow your head so we can fasten the strap.”

Myra pulled Paula’s long, dark tresses to the side and passed them  over her left shoulder so the nape of her neck was bared.  Quickly she  pulled both ends of the leather strap together and buckled them.  The  rubber ball was now secured in place.

“Let’s go get Colette.”

Paula was glad this was almost over.  She did not like this position  one bit.  With her arms and legs spread and bound, she could not use  them to protect her body.  The only thing which offered her any  protection were her thin, white, nylon panties.  That was not much at  all.

With the blindfold finally off, Colette looked about her.  She  immediately saw Paula standing opposite her, her arms and legs drawn  away from her body and held by sturdy-looking ropes.

“Hold your hands out in front of you.”

Colette continued to stare at the spread-eagled brunette directly in  front of her.  Not until she felt the ropes digging into her wrists, did  she realize she was being bound.

“Hold your arms out like Paula has hers.”

As the beautiful redhead raised her arms, Alicia on her right and  Myra on her left, stuck the ends of their respective ropes through the  eyebolts set at shoulder level in the posts.  They pulled on the ropes  with both hands drawing her arms out away from her body and toward the  posts.

“Hey!  That’s enough!”

Quickly they tied the ropes to the eyebolts before squatting before  her to tie more ropes to her ankles.  While they did that, Colette  pulled on the ropes binding her arms but the knots were secure.

“Now spread your legs apart.”

As it had been with Paula, as Colette moved her feet apart, the  weight of her body on the ropes holding her arms increased.  She spread  her legs about a foot apart and refused to budge them an inch more.

Alicia looked a Myra and then nodded toward the eyebolt.  The ropes  were tied loosely.  Paula saw the difference between her bondage and  Colette’s and would have complained, but the ballgag filling her mouth  insured her silence.

“Now for the gag.”

“Is that really necessary?”

“Yeah, it is.  Now put your head back and open your mouth as wide as you can.”

Colette stared at the rubber ball in Alicia’s hand for a few seconds before doing as she was ordered.

Alicia needed the redhead’s cooperation to get the rubber ball in her  mouth.  Once it was in, she no longer cared what her captive thought or  tried to do as her fate would be sealed.  The blonde smiled as she  raised the rubber ball toward Colette’s mouth.  When it was wedged in  between her teeth, she shoved it the rest of the way in as hard as she  could.

“Aggghhh!”

Myra pulled the ends of the strap together behind her head.  Colette’s shoulder-length red hair was no obstacle.

“Take care of that leg, will you?”

The large rubber ball was uncomfortable in her mouth but her  attention was elsewhere as the two untied the ropes to her feet.  The  gag kept her from protesting as her feet were inexorably drawn apart,  forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet to keep from having her  entire weight borne by her arms.

Alicia stood in front of her to taunt her.

“I guess that position is pretty uncomfortable, Colette but there are worse things.  Believe me, there are worse things.

With those veiled threats, Alicia, followed by Myra, left the basement through a door.

Though there was nothing to substantiate her fears, Colette was  certain Alicia had some dire fate ready for her.  She had to get away  from there.

She pulled on the ropes binding her arms and legs but her body did  not move at all.  It was simply stretched out too tautly.  She looked at  Paula.  The brunette was not trying to escape.  As a matter of fact,  she actually seemed to be laughing at her with her eyes.

“Mmmmmppppffff!”

Paula responded by raising her eyebrows.  For Colette escape was  impossible.  Soon she would be suffering humiliation beyond her  imagination.

While the redhead struggled to get free of her bondage, the brunette  stood there stoically watching her, just as helpless, just as naked.

Noises through the doorway to her right told Colette that someone was  coming.  Her fears skyrocketed when she saw there were two others with  Alicia and Myra.  She felt better when she saw they were women, no doubt  other members of Alicia’s Secret Society.

“Well, here she is, just as I promised.”

The woman in the lead stopped a couple of feet in front of Colette.  She stared at the redhead’s bosom.

“What do they call her?  Big Red?”

They all laughed.

Colette blushed.  She then started to tremble.  The way the woman  looked at her terrified her.  Her attention was drawn back to Alicia as  she advanced toward her with a knife.

“You don’t need these anymore.”

With a couple of easy slashes from the blade, her panties were gone.   Colette’s body was completely on display.  Every one of her physical  charms was available and with her arms and legs bound the way they were,  there was nothing she could do to cover herself.

“Let me see what the rest of her looks like.”

While the first woman moved around behind her, the second stranger  stepped before her, slowly moving her eyes across the redhead’s  luscious, naked body.

“She is very, very nice,” the woman before her said.

“I think she is going to be a lot of fun,” the first woman said as  she slid a hand across Colette’s bare bottom.  There was nothing the  captive could do to stop her.

With an evil smile on her lips, Alicia moved around in front to confront her captive.

“Three weeks ago, Colette, you dated my Kenny.  You didn’t think I’d  find out, did you?  I warned you to stay away from my guys.  But you  just wouldn’t listen, would you?  Well, now you have to pay the penalty.

“Becky and Juanita are going to make certain you never try to steal another girl’s boyfriend.”

“Honey,” Colette heard a voice from behind her.  “When we get  finished with you, you won’t even think of looking at another man.”

So Colette would get her meaning, she slid a hand around to cup  Colette’s left boob.  As she gently caressed it, the beautiful captive  tried to force her to stop but there was nothing she could do.  She was  completely at their mercy.

“What you have to look forward to, Colette, is an exciting and unusual weekend.”

“What about the other one?” the second woman, Juanita, asked, nodding in Paula’s direction.

“Oh, yes, dear, dear Paula.  Paula was the decoy I used to get lovely  Colette here all tied up and helpless.  I needed someone to set the  example for her to follow or else she would never have submitted to  being tied up like this.”

Alicia moved forward so her face was only inches in front of Paula’s.

“Remember your date with Randy after the football game last fall?”

Paula’s eyes grew wide with fright as Alicia revealed that she knew Paula’s secret.  “You didn’t think I’d find out, did you?”

Alicia smiled as she cut the panties from the brunette’s body so she was just like Colette, helplessly spread-eagled, naked.

“You won’t be needing these.  Since you are already tied up like  Colette, I think it only fitting that you suffer the same fate.”

“Mmmmmmmuuummmpphhhfff!”

“I will be back Monday night to pick the two of you up.  That gives  you three days of complete rapture and pleasure with Becky and Juanita.   And I’m sure that come Tuesday, you won’t want to tell anyone what I  did to you.”

Turning to Becky, who was busy eyeing Paula’s naked body, she asked,  “I don’t suppose there is much chance of anyone rescuing them, is  there?”

“Not as long as everyone thinks they are at the beach with you.  No  one ever comes around here.  The nearest house is three-quarters of a  mile away.”

Turning back to Paula, Alicia added, “And neither of you know where  you are, do you?  Oh my, I guess the two of you had better do exactly  what is expected of you, or else.  See you Monday night.”

“Mmmmmuummpphhhfff!”

“Mmmmmuummpphhhfff!”

Alicia left without paying heed to the muffled cries of the two naked  captives.  As far as she was concerned, they were going to get exactly  what they deserved.

“Well, now that we have them for the weekend,” Juanita asked, “what do we do with them?”

“Let’s start off by changing into something more comfortable.”

With those ominous words, the two left through the same door they  used to enter the cellar.  As soon as the door closed behind them, both  Colette and Paula struggled with their bondage.  Half an hour later,  when Becky and Juanita returned, the two beauties were just as helpless  as when the two had left.

Colette’s worst fears were realized by Becky’s outfit.  She wore a  bright red satin garter belt to hold up her black, fishnet stockings.   She wore black, patent leather boots which came up to her knees.  The  only other garment she wore was a short, pink, diaphanous chiffon  nightie which was so transparent that Colette could see her body just as  well as Becky could see Colette’s.

Juanita was similarly dressed except that her nightie and garter belt were white.

Each carried a riding crop.

“Which one do we start with?”

“Let me see …”

Becky stood between the two luscious beauties turning her gaze from  one to the other as though making a comparison of quality.  When her  mind was made up, she held the end of the crop under her chin and using  it as a lever, she forced Colette to raise her beautiful face to look  into the woman’s eyes.

“Let’s start with this one.”

For Colette, Alicia’s revenge had just begun.

The End