She walked in from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, casually dabbing her hair dry, then stopped, stock still in the doorway. A shape was lying on her bed. Her hand instantly shot out, wrenching open a nearby drawer and pulling out a revolver concealed inside, training the barrel on the interloper. The curtains were still drawn, giving the bedroom a shadowy quality, so she couldn’t make out who the intruder was. She walked forwards slowly, keeping the gun aimed...

The woman gave a muffled moan and restricted wriggle, and Cristina lowered the gun with a small smile. Instinct took over and she swept through the room, checking all the hiding places, then sighed softly and set the gun aside, returning to the bound form on her bed. The woman was tall and lean, a lithe form with her hands cuffed simply behind her back, ankles similarly cuffed. Several loops of rope passed over the girl and the bed over the small of her back, pressing her tightly to the mattress. To stop her falling off, Cristina reasoned, and pulled the end of the quick release not, causing the girl to heave a breath in. A constricted breath and as Cristina turned her over, she was hit with a wave of recognition, and gave a broad grin.

“Hello again,” She said brightly.

It was the bandit-leader’s unusual bonnet ornament, still cuffed and gagged, only this time with a white ball gag, shimmering like the silvery waves of her hair. She blinked her big blue eyes at Cristina, bobbing her head up and down as if...

Cristina caught sight of the pink post-it not stuck to just above the girl’s cleavage and pulled it off, amused.

As you rescued her, she wants you to release her. Take that however you want - L

Cristina rolled her eyes, sticking the post-it to the wall. She gazed at the girl for a long moment, like a poised viper... Then, fast as a flash, straddled the naked girl, knocking her flat to the bedspread. The girl gave a stifled shriek of surprise, then mewled softly as Cristina kissed the soft dip at the hollow of her throat, tracing the tribal tattoo on her breast with the lightest pressure.

“Loke says that you want me to release you,” Cristina murmured, leaning low over the girl, her voice more a breath of warm air on the girl’s neck than a sound. “Now...” She sat up slightly, catching the slight sigh of disappointment the girl gave as she did. “I just want to be certain, I never go into a relationship with another member unless I have their permission, nod your head if you want me to release you in the traditional sense, as in, you untied, dressed and bundled out of the door...”

Before she’d even finished the girl was shaking her head firmly, so firmly that her whole body was rocking against Cristina.

“Right,” Cristina said, mood picking up further. “So, just to make sure, you willingly subjugate yourself to me, allowing me to do whatever the hell I want to do to you for however long I want to do it to you?”

The girl nodded firmly. Cristina’s smile was momentarily lost, her purple eyes serious on girl’s now, face firm.

“Right, are you over 18?”

The girl nodded again. Cristina tried to ignore the way it made her pert boobs bounce and kept herself focused on business.

“And do you understand that from this moment, no matter how much you struggle, no matter how much you shout into your gag, no matter how much you shake your head, nothing is going to stop me doing whatever I want, right?” Cristina softened slightly, and kissed the girl’s long neck lightly.

The girl gave another firm jerk of the head.

“Last chance to back out.”

The girl’s eyes, those beautiful baby blues, stayed firmly on Cristina’s. And that slow smile spread back over Cristina’s face, revealing her animalistic pointed teeth.

The girl squeaked again as Cristina dived forwards, snagging the rope, then pulling the girl into a sitting position. There was a soft click as the handcuffs came undone... then a loop of rope closed over her wrists faster than she could have moved anyway. Cristina’s adept hands almost seemed to work on autopilot, so practised as she pulled the girl into a, not exactly elaborate, but definitely constrictive, chest-harness.

“You can’t get out of that, can you?” Cristina asked offhandedly, already knowing the answer.

The girl struggled, then shook her head.

“Right,” She swung herself casually off the girl. “You must excuse me, I wasn’t expecting guests, and therefore haven’t prepared for you,” She tilted her head. “You don’t need a drink or the toilet do you?”

The girl shook her head.

“Well that’s good...”

And the grin became a pure evil smile, those purple eyes gleaming like amethysts. Cristina carelessly dropped her towels to the floor, revealing her flawless and hairless body, skin rippling over her muscles like pure-white silk as she casually strode over to beside table. The girl squirmed, trying to peer past Cristina to see what she was doing, but Cristina’s back blocked the view, and as she turned, she was careful to keep something out of view in one hand, dropping it into the lee of the bed, and way out of eyesight. And the girl’s blue eyes flashed to the thing in Cristina’s other hand... and felt her heart drop. It was a sleep mask, a black padded one with an elastic strap to hold it around the face.

“It’s good because I really don’t have anything to entertain you with,” Cristina said, grinning around the lie. “And I’m going to have to go out to get some...”

“Mmmph?”

The girl was staring at her in stunned disbelief, making her smile grow.

“So, while I’m out, you can have a nice little sleep...”

And the girl started to desperately twist and turn, wriggling madly,

“Numph, nuemph!”

Cristina caught her easily, a low chuckle rolling through her... enjoying every moment as she forced the blindfold down over the girl’s face, and she really did have to force it, the girl was really going for it. Cristina caught the blindfolded girl by the throat, not hard, but enough to make the girl instantly freeze.

“If you remove that blindfold,” Cristina said, voice suddenly as cold as a glacier. “There will be hell to pay, you understand me?”

She felt the girl swallow, her adam’s apple bobbing under Cristina’s hand.

“Good girl,” Cristina let go, then reached for the toy she’d hidden under the bed. “Now, let’s see if we can give you a little stimulation for some good dreams? Hmm?”

“Mmmph?” The girl asked, stifled by the gag, then she stiffened again as Cristina’s hand touched an intimate area. “Mmph?!”

Cristina’s fingers teased delicately up the girl’s thigh... then further and the girl gave a shrill squeal of surprise behind her gag. Then her fingers slipped away, leaving something cold, hard and plastic behind. The girl bucked as she realised what it was, but one of Cristina’s arms had already locked through her knees, holding her legs tight together as the other hand adeptly tied her thighs together tightly, leaving her legs below the knee free to flail.

The girl’s heart beat hard and loud in anticipation... and she wasn’t disappointed. There was a click as a dial turned in the darkness and then the girl convulsed as the little plastic bullet began to vibrate. Cristina gazed down at her sensory deprived captive, her thumb toying with the dial, flicking it up and down and watching the girl squirm.

Suddenly her thumb flicked and the girl flopped to the bedspread, panting through the gag. Cristina leant over her, the girl flinching in surprise as Cristina’s white fingers trailed over her tanned cheek, flushed pink.

“Now, I’m off to get a few surprises for you,” she cooed. “Do try and get some sleep, won’t you, and don’t be lonely while I’m gone...”

She tucked the remote up under one of the rope straps of the chest harness... then vamped the vibrate right up. She chuckled as the stifled squeak.

“Damn, stop distracting me, I just want to sit here and watch you now,” She chastised the girl, shaking her head.

She reached for her long leather trench coat and swung it around her body, buttoning it one handed, then stepping out into the corridor and shutting it firmly behind her, flicking the lock into place. She rarely used it, but then she was sure the poor girl didn’t want some-one finding her, it would ruin all the fun she was having.

Humming to herself she padded down the stairs and into stores. She nibbled her lip thoughtfully, scanning the warehouse shelves.

“You look perky.”

She looked up to see Loke walking towards her. He tilted his flame red hair, frowning slightly, black brows narrowing.

“Please tell me you didn’t take the girl’s note too literally,” He said disapprovingly.

Cristina couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face.

“Oh,” those eyebrows raised. “You left her? Mean of you.”

“Babe, you are one of the few people that would know, ‘mean’ is my default setting.”

Loke leant forwards and bit her lip playfully, arm sliding around her waist.

“Mhmm,” He agreed. “Baby, you are good at being bad.”

He leant back, blinking at her.

“Are you wearing anything under that trench coat?” he demanded.

She shook her head. His eyes widened.

“God, you don’t know how tempted I am to jump you right now,” he breathed.

The corner of her mouth and her eyebrow quirked in a dangerous combo.

“Then what’s stopping you?” She asked coyly.

And, fast as she was, she almost didn’t catch it. He sprang forwards, caught her by the waist and pressed her against the wall, face inches from hers, his breath scorching her skin. Her heart pounded irregularly... and then he backed off with a nonchalant grin.

“The fact that you’ve got a chained-up girl upstairs waiting on you,” He remarked, grinning.

“Oh, right,” Cristina grinned. “Nearly forgot. I was supposed to be getting ‘surprises’ for her. Not sure what though...”

He tilted his head thoughtfully.

“You could try mummifying her,” He suggested. “We’ve got some bandages somewhere.”

“Yeah, but what do you do with them when you’ve bandaged them?”

“Well... if you do it the right way you can leave ‘easy access’ if you know what I mean.”

“I do, but I’m vibing her right now, and I don’t want to get stale.”

“Hmmm,” He looked thoughtful. “Well if you leave her feet free you can tickle her mercilessly.”

“Hmmm,” Cristina pondered, then nodded, grinning. “That could work.”

“And hey,” He picked up a length of pipe measuring it between his hands. “There’s always this?”

She looked doubtfully at it. He rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t mean beat her or something. I meant; improvised spreader bar?”

She took it off him, and grinned.

“Oh yeah...” She smiled. “Thanks Loke.”

“Any time,” He shot her a measuring look and kissed the corner of her jaw.

She squealed, shivering.

“Goddamnit boy!”

“Score!” He whooped. “Sweetspot in one!”

She gave him dagger eyes.

“That’s it, you need to jump me. Right now!”

He caught her and met her mouth with a iron-clad kiss, her nails raking his neck as she pressed him against the wall... Then managed to push her away, panting.

“Crissie get off,” He said, trying desperately to keep his voice level. “Crissie, please.”

She backed off, stunned.

“You never say please.”

He shrugged.

“I save it for special occasions,” He remarked, then caught the hurt in her eyes and his hand braceletted around her wrist. “Crissie, my darling, don’t.”

“Don’t what?” She demanded.

“Feel rejected,” He stroked her face. “I would love to have you, right here, right now, until you made me say please 5 times.” He grinned as her eyebrows shot up. “But I’m on the mission rota. And it’s important. I can’t babe.”

And he felt something loosen inside him as she relaxed, smiling casually. He flicked his lion-like mane of blood-hued hair to one side and grinned.

“But maybe when I came back...?”

She waved a hand airily at him.

“I don’t know, I might be fully booked.”

“How about if I pay a deposit?” He suggested, tugging her in.

She resisted, hand on hip, tapping the pipe against her thigh.

“Better be a damn good deposit,” She grumbled.

And with no warning he dropped her into a ballroom drop, kissing her with old-fashioned class, then kissed the exposed skin between her collarbones and felt her shiver in his arms. He pulled her gently up.

“Well?” He asked, voice strangely soft as he stroked her face.

She smiled at him, purple eyes soft as plush cushions.

“I’ll reserve a space for you,” She murmured. “Come back to me Loke.”

“Always,” He kissed her, then kissed the tip of her nose, making her wrinkle it in disgust.

He laughed and backed off, disappearing in the doorway in a swirl of his duster coat, like a genie vanishing in a puff of smoke. Cristina smiled herself, heart still pounding a ragged rhyme. She looked at the pipe in her hand... then looked back at the shelves, tucking a pack of bandages under her arm.


The girl tensed. Had she heard something? She listened, or at least tried to over the buzzing and her own soft whimpers. Was that quiet footsteps? She shook her head in disappointment, then twisted desperately. The remote was right there, she could feel the plastic digging against her! It was so close... and yet it might as well been a million miles away, there was no give in the ropes and she couldn’t escape...

She tensed again at another sound. Was that the bathroom door creaking?

Then, with no warning at all, a hand closed tight around her ankle and she found her legs up in the air.

“MMPH!”

“Hello darling,” Cristina’s voice purred from the foot of the bed. “Have a nice sleep?”

Cristina grinned at the mutinous look on the visible part of the girl’s face. Using the handcuffs she cuffed one of the girl’s legs back on itself, wearing it like a bandolier, leaving only one leg to kick out desperately. She easily trapped it in seconds and pressed the pipe against the girl’s ankle and tied it tightly to the metal. After giving it a testing tug, making certain that it was firm, she unlocked the other leg and tied that to the other end of the pipe. Tied at the thigh as the girl was, it gave her an adorable knock-kneed stance. Cristina let the pipe fall to the bed and watched as the girl writhed around in her new position.

She stepped up onto the bottom of the bed, threading a length of rope through the metal ring in the ceiling, weighting it down with a book, the caught the girl by the bar and tied the rope around the pipe... Cristina hauled the rope and the girl rose until she formed an odd L shape, torso lying on the bed, legs vertical into the air. She swung slight and Cristina grinned, leaning forwards and turning the vibrator off, though leaving it in place and the remote in the chest harness. The girl flopped again.

Cristina gazed speculatingly at her, then traced the tip of her fingernail down the girl’s bare foot. She was rewarded instantly by the girl twisting desperately, making herself swing hopelessly.

“You really are adorable,” Cristina said, unwinding the rope from the girl’s thighs. “How careless of me, I never learned your name...”

Her fingers lingered over the inside of the girl’s thigh, dislodged as the girl protested, kicking futilely.

“Mmph!”

“Manners!” Cristina chastised, grinning. “Now, as I don’t know your name, I’m going to have to make one up for you. Hmmm, Lily perhaps?” She mused, throwing the rope to one side and picking up a roll of bandages. “No, you don’t look like a Lily, or a Lucinda, or... hey,  maybe you could be a Luna, it matches your hair.”

Cristina tied the end of the bandage around the girl’s ankle, then began to wind it down over her calf, sneaking in a gentle kiss to the back of Luna’s knee, making her squeal.

“I’m glad you like it,” Cristina said brightly. “Luna it is.”

Luna pedalled her legs comically as Cristina wound the rough linen down further, then over her waist, adeptly knotting it off, tucking a new bandage under it to do the other leg...

“Well Luna,” Cristina purred. “Can you work out what I’m doing yet?”

Luna shook her head.

“Luna, I’m disappointed!” Cristina tapped the girl on her exposed butt with a disciplining slap.

Luna gave muffled protests, then went ramrod-straight as Cristina wound the bandages over her knicker area, tying a knot right over the girl’s clit. She glanced from Luna to the wardrobe, then pulled the door open and grinning in satisfaction.

“Unfh!” Luna felt a hand catch her by the harness.
Rope was passed around her chest again, weaving through the harness, then pulled taught hauling her upright as the rope was secured against something, holding her in a sitting position. The mattress dipped behind her and slightly to the right, and then light seared through her eyes. Cristina had pulled the blindfold off, and the late afternoon sun was spilling into the room. After being stuck in the dark for so long she was dazzled and... so was the tied up girl facing her.

“Mmph!”

She stared between her own tied up legs, then realised. She was staring into a mirror on the back of the wardrobe door. It revealed her pathetic plight, the great downwards facing triangle formed by the pipe and her bandaged legs, the rope attached to her harness running through the triangle and tied around the bedframe to hold her up and staring into her wide blue eyes, sparkling in the light... and Cristina’s purple ones in the shadows behind her. Luna turned to look at the window. The curtains were fully open, allowing light to spill in and light the room, and allowing her a good view out... and any passing voyeur an amazing view in.

“Mmph!”

Cristina’s eyes met hers in the mirror.

“What’s that darling?” Cristina purred, running her nails up Luna’s surprised side.

Luna tried her best to resist, but ended up squirming urgently to escape the tickling.

“Mmmm, mmnph!”

She looked desperately at the window, and Cristina, torturously slowly, took the hint.

“Oh, the window?” She toyed with the straps. “Tell you what Luna, my darling. If you’re a good girl and don’t move one inch and don’t make the slightest sound for the next 5 minutes, I promise I’ll close the curtains. If you do though, I’ll hang you upside down in front of it. Deal?”

“Mmph!” Luna shook her head desperately, twisting with her whole body, but Cristina just gave her a wicked smile.

“Awh, what a sweetie...”

“Mmmmmph!”

“Five minutes on the clock...”

And Luna’s gaze was drawn to the mirror as Cristina knelt up on the bed, shedding her black trench-coat and revealing her crystalline pale body... and then those white stars of hands were playing over her sun-darkened skin, tracing across her suddenly hypersensitive body, nibbling gently up her neck, sending delectable shudders down her spine, and Luna just couldn’t help herself. She gave a soft whimper through the gag, leaning back and grinding against Cristina, as if begging her to get firmer... and Cristina’s hand went from teasingly gentle, to almost  harshly rough, chafing her skin, leaving red marks on the girl neck as she bit harder...

And Luna moaned in bliss, closing her eyes and pressing the back of her head into Cristina’s shoulder, rocking herself as much as the ropes would allow, rubbing herself against the knotted bandage, burning inside and craving release. And when that release came, she felt herself explode, waves of ecstasy coursing through her like fire in her blood.

And then she collapsed like a ragdoll, only the ropes and Cristina holding her up. She panted into the gag, chest heaving through the ropes. She felt Cristina reach up to her head to pull her hair free of the pigtail, combing through the silver weight, long fingers stroking her hair until the girl was virtually comatose in her arms.

Cristina kissed her neck lightly, then turned slightly. Luna gave a protesting moan as Cristina moved away, then felt Cristina stack up a load of pillows behind her for her to fall into. She snuggled into them, sighing in delight, especially when she felt the rope holding her up slacken and gradually lower her into them. She mumbled gratefully through the gag, and Cristina gave her a warm smile, lowering her legs from the ceiling and letting them fall.

“I’ll turn you into a vampire later,” She promised, undoing the spacer and binding her legs together at the ankle and knee. “Ironic really as you’re half-mummy.”

Cristina caught the semi-conscious girl by the armpits and hauled her backwards, pulling the duvet up and over her. She sat on the edge of the bed reached for the handcuffs with the quick-releases, adjusting the pillows... then felt something bump her gently in the back. She turned to see Luna nudging her gently in the back, big sapphires of eyes gazing up at her with a tired pleading.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Cristina assured her, and slid into bed besides Luna.

She hauled the girl up so she was spooning her, Cristina as the big spoon, then, in full view of Luna, cuffed her own arms around Luna.

“Like I said,” She murmured, nuzzling into Luna’s neck. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mmm,” Luna sounded pleased at that thought, sleepily content.

And Luna wondered why the hell she felt so safe in the arms of a woman who had spent the afternoon doing to her what could probably be classed as torture. Consenting torture though... and damn fine it was too. Luna listened to the regular breathing of Cristina and gave a soft sigh, closing her eyes and leaning into her. If she died here, Luna thought, she’d die perfectly happy.


Cristina woke up, still cuffed to Luna. She was still fast asleep, a deadweight in her arms, a small smile under the ball gag. So adorable, Cristina thought, adeptly releasing herself from first the cuffs, then Luna’s sleeping form. She gazed at her. She’d had other things planned, like doing  a full mummification and turning the vibe onto full, tickling her... but Luna had been such a sweetheart, and she’d definitely had one hell of a climax last night. Knowing how sore that made her, she thought she’d go a little easier on Luna today. But that didn’t mean she was going to escape being tied like a vampire.

Careful to not disturb Luna, she tied rope securely around her ankle, then very slowly and carefully hoisted her up so she was hanging right in front of the window, swaying slightly. Cristina smiled slightly and sat down to wait.


There was something wrong... Luna opened her eyes. There was something very very wrong. It took a while for her disorientated brain to work it out, then she froze, jarring all of her muscles. Sleeping in the rope seemed to have made every muscle ache, added to the sensitivity of that explosive orgasm... She looked around for Cristina... and saw the curtains drawn back from the window, and no sign of Cristina. She panicked and threw herself, keening around the gag desperately, flailing around in terror... thrashing like a fish on a line.

“Hey, hey,” Arms closed around her. “It’s ok, I’m still here. Relax baby, it’s ok.”

Cristina bent over and wrapped her arms around her chest, and lifted her so her torso was the right way up, hugging her awkwardly. Luna gasped for breath around the gag, burying her head into her shoulder again. Cristina winced as she felt the girl’s heartbeat skittering like a bird bouncing off the bars of her ribcage.

“It’s ok,” She murmured. “You don’t really believe I’d leave you like that, do you? Hey, hey, it’s ok, I got you.”

She felt Luna’s breathing slow down and her muscles unlock.

“Ok,” Cristina murmured. “I’m going to lower you back down now. Relax, I’m right here.”

Luna took a deep breath, nostrils flaring, then relaxed as Cristina lowered her back down.

“Right,” Cristina said calmly. “You’re going to hang there, looking gorgeous, and I’m going to nip to the toilet. After that, if you’re a good girl, I’m going to let you down and untie you... and then you get a nice surprise. If you’re bad I will tickle the living daylights out of you. Understand?”

“Mhmm!” Luna nodded with gusto, gazing at Cristina upside down.

“Good girl,” Cristina patted Luna’s bum as she passed, slinking into the bathroom.

Luna twisted her hips this way and that, then stopped as she felt nauseous, closing her eyes as the world spun. When she opened them, she caught sight of herself in the wardrobe door and couldn’t resist giggling. She looked ridiculous! There was a gurgle as the toilet flushed, then the soft spray of running water and Cristina reappeared in the doorway. And Luna caught a strange, soft, smile on her face.

“Ok Dracula’s bride,” Cristina said brightly, smile changing to a mischevious grin. “Time for you to stop hanging around.”

Cristina circled around her, and started undoing the knots around the girl’s chest and Luna gave a soft ‘oof’ as her arms fell loose. They hung downwards, resting on the ground as the blood rushed back to them, Luna wriggling with the pins and needles. The rest of the rope harness dispensed with, Cristina walked towards Luna.
“Put your arms around my neck,” She commanded and Luna reached up, stomach muscles aching with the attempt.
With a tutt, Cristina leant over and wrapped one arm around Luna’s slim waist. Luna wrapped her arms around Cristina’s neck, fingers clasping onto the smooth skin...

“Mmmph!”

Luna’s legs hit the carpet. She raised her head to look accusingly at Cristina, who had just pulled a quick-release and suspension had suddenly become a whole lot less suspended.

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” Cristina chided. “I could have dropped you on your head.”

Luna conceded that point as Cristina lowered her gently down to the carpet.

“Right,” Cristina ran a hand over her bald scalp, her tattoos gleaming in the grey early morning light. “This is what’s going to happen. I’m going to go downstairs to get something. I’m going to lock the door, so don’t think about doing a runner, I’m not finished with you,” She waved a warning finger in front of Luna’s nose. “You’re going to untie yourself...”

“Mmmph!” Luna folded her arms, wrinkling her nose in annoyance.

“Excuse me?” Cristina raised a tattooed eyebrow, looking dangerous.

Luna bowed her head instantly in shame.

“Good girl. Now you’re going to untie yourself, then you’re going to go in the bathroom, and relieve yourself and whatever, then you’re going to take these handcuffs,” Cristina showed her the handcuffs, setting them on the floor next to her. “And you’re going to chain yourself to the shower railing and wait for me. And I mean chain properly, to the bar, not the showerhead or something pathetic, back to the tiles. Understand me?”

“Mmmhmm,” Luna nodded.

“And you’re not to take your gag off,” Cristina said firmly. “Not even for a moment.”

Luna gave her gauging look and Cristina’s purple eyes bored straight into her.

“I’ll know,” She promised eerily. “Am I understood?”

Luna nodded again.

“Good girl,” Cristina got up and swung her coat back on. “Be right back.”

Luna stared after her, then saw her give and cheerful wave and shut the door. As promised, it clicked lock. She sighed around the gag. Her mouth tasted of rubber and she really, really wanted a drink... She ran her hand over the gag... then forced her hands away and started unpicking the rope and bandages.

Unsteady on her legs and stark naked, she staggered into the bathroom. It was big, a spacious shower cubicle taking up an entire corner, a deep luxurious looking bath to the other side, but more importantly a toilet and sink. She relaxed as the pressure that had been building on her bladder evaporated, and she flushed the toilet and watched her hands. She gazed at the handcuffs that she’d set on the bath side, thinking about disobeying again, then picked up the cuffs and walked over to the shower.

She pulled the door open, then shut it behind her, the magnetic ‘clunk’ as the door shut sounding like a prison door... cheery thoughts, she thought, then cuffed one wrist, gazing at the shower. She threaded the cuffs through the gap between the bar and the wall, cuffing the other wrist so her back was against the wall, facing towards the door. She adjusted, then managed to get the chain caught on a stupidly high soapdish. Cursing through the gag, she tried manoeuvring it free, but it resolutely stuck, stretching her hands high above her head. Giving up, she sighed and slumped, jumping as her back hit the cold tiles.

She should have turned it on, she realised. Too late now.


Cristina let herself back in, stripping off her coat and throwing it over the bed. Right now, she really wanted a shower. And whatever was in the shower. She walked into the bathroom and beamed at a sulky looking Luna.

“Awh, who’s a good little minion?”

She padded across the tiled floor, carefully shutting the bathroom door, then opened the shower and stepped inside. It was a big shower, with plenty of room for the both of them, but Cristina felt so much closer in the confined space and Luna felt her heartbeat quicken, feeling so helpless and unable to resist struggling. Cristina smile and kissed her gently, then reached up behind her and started adjusting the shower.

“You’ll have to tell me if this is too hot,” She tilted the head away from Luna, testing it with her hand until it warmed up, then angled it back at her.

Luna almost purred as the warm water pounded all over her in a relaxing massage, eyes half shut, so she almost didn’t notice Cristina crouch down, pour some shower gel on her hands, then look mischievously up at her.

“Time for your nice surprise.”

“Mmmph...?” Luna began, then was flopped back against the tiles, questioning mumble cut off.

Cristina grinned as she massaged the gel up Luna’s legs, rubbing them in soothing yet sensuous motions, before getting more gel and working slightly higher. Luna grunted through the gag, eyes lidded with pleasure. She jumped as Cristina gently kissed her belly-button, then started to caress her torso, paying particular attention to Luna’s breasts...

Luna pulled up on her sore arms and locked her soapy legs around Cristina’s waist, moaning in pleasure as Cristina’s deft fingers played over her back, soothing knots in her muscles... She nearly lost balance as Cristina affectionately bit her nipple, Luna squeezing tighter with her legs to compensate. Cristina placed a careful hand in the small of Luna’s back as she massaged Luna’s arms, feeling the coiled muscles...

Luna tugged hopelessly at the manacles as Cristina’s hands played over her soapy body, but they didn’t give and in the end she just gave in to the delicious sensations... head tilted back, eyes half-lidded.

“Ok,” Cristina tapped her gently. “Let’s get you washed off.”

“Muuuhh...” Luna protested, then sighed and released her grip on Cristina, unlocking her legs.

Cristina reached up and detached the shower head and gave Luna a malevolent grin. She rinsed Luna from toes upwards, angling the shower head into just the right place, and washing her down with the same thoroughness that she had soaped her up. Cristina tilted her head, watching Luna, then put the showerhead back into place, and poured more gel into her hands.

And to the surprise of Luna started to wash herself, but if washing were dancing, this would definitely have been a strip-tease. Her hands glided over herself, making you want to touch her too, to follow the path of those hands...

“Mmmph...” Luna said longingly.

Cristina looked up, stepped closer, hen jerked Luna’s head down. Startled, Luna stared into those purple eyes, suddenly so close, and felt her lips brush Cristina’s. She was kissing her over the gag. It got in the way, but it made the kiss so interesting... and it meant that both of them were standing under the jet, soap washing away...

And then her arms were released, Cristina’s hand flicking one wrist free. Luna was so startled that she didn’t realise, and by the time she had, it was too late. Cristina sat her down onto the floor of the shower... and locked her wrists behind her back. Not Luna’s back, Cristina’s. Cristina was sat behind Luna, her arms free, while Luna was sat in front of her, hands cuffed together behind Cristina.

“Mmmuuuu...”

Luna shut up as she felt Cristina’s long legs fold around her, their long white shapes appearing in her lap, cross-legged around her. Then Cristina pushed her forwards with one hand.

“Stay,” Cristina told her firmly.

Luna stayed, head bowed forwards, totally perplexed... then she felt hands massaging her head, fingers running over her scalp. She sat there, entranced as Cristina carefully worked shampoo through her silver hair, then wiggled backwards so that she was under the water-jet and combed the soap-suds out. They wiggled forwards again, like a weird pantomime animal and Cristina ran conditioner through the long hair, carefully teasing any knots out.

Cristina unwrapped her legs and got up, carefully stepping out of the ring made by Luna’s arms.

“You just sit there and relax,” Cristina said. “I’m going to run you a bath.”

Cristina chuckled at the look of starry-eyed worship Luna gave her.

“That was a good guess then,” Cristina grinned. “Sit tight.”

She shut the door of the shower and Luna tilted her head back into the spray, enjoying the pounding water against her skin. She was almost disappointed when Cristina reappeared and turned the water off. Cristina helped her up, then clicked the cuffs undone and threw them aside. Luna stared at her, then shrugged and sank into the blissfully warm bath, the top thick with bubbles. She was so enraptured that she almost didn’t notice Cristina flicking the ball-gag undone and removing it, but her jaw ached instantly.

“Better?” Cristina asked.

“Oh yeah...” Luna sank further into the bath. “Thank you so much...”

Cristina grinned.

“For anything in particular?”

Luna cast around.

“The bath, and the shower and the cuddle last night... not to mention the massive orgasm...” Luna said, her voice low and attractive, with a faint accent that leant her an exotic air. “Oh, and rescuing me from being spanked on the bonnet of a car.”

“You’re welcome hunny,” Cristina reached for a robe and wrapped it around herself.

“Not going to join me?” Luna asked, disappointed.

“I don’t like baths,” Cristina said, with a slight shudder. “No, you enjoy it.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” Luna played with the bubbles. “So, you’re Cristina.”

“Yup,” Cristina sat on the edge of the bath. “And you’re Luna.”

“My name’s actually Kirsten.”

Cristina wrinked her nose and shook her head.

“Nope, you’re definitely Luna.”

The two girls looked at each other and laughed.

“Well, let’s use Kirsten most of the time, and Luna when you’re tying/untying me. And.. thanks,” Luna held out hand to Cristina, who shook it. “I’m glad that you ‘released’ me, although... if you fancy tying me up again...”

Cristina laughed, then leant over, cupping the girl’s neck and kissing her on the lips gently.

“I don’t tie people up in the bath,” Cristina said mock-seriously. “It’s dangerous, like falling asleep in the bath, and I’m a dominatrix, not a murderer.”

“Well, if you fancy doing this again at any point, I’m always free... or rather, tied, for you,” Luna promised. “Are you a lesbian?”

“Bi,” Cristina said, smiling. “Best of both worlds, although Loke accuses me of being greedy.”

“You being greedy really must make the world a better place,” Luna stretched out in the bath.

Cristina smiled, then they both jumped at a knock at the door.

“Oh, that’ll be the pizza.”

Luna stared at Cristina.

“Pizza?”

“I fancied pizza. Hey, it’s a vegetable!”

“Only according to Americans. And I don’t place much faith in them.”

“Point taken. But it’s breakfast. Your point is invalid.”

Luna watched Cristina bustle off and smiled, trailing her hands through the water.

“Heaven,” She murmured to herself.

But there was something wrong in Cristina’s face as she reappeared, a urgency in her movements and she was chewing her lip.

“I’m sorry Luna, I’m going to have to cut this short. One of our men managed to foul up a mission and they want me to go minimise the collateral damage,” Cristina said, voice changed from playful to matter-of-fact. “The pizza’ll still be coming, and I’m sure that some of my stuff will fit you, so just help yourself...”

But Kirsten was already up and out of the bath.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Lu... Kirsten,” Cristina said firmly. “This might be dangerous...”

“Good, then you’ll need a hand,” Kirsten towelled herself off matter-of-factly. “Look, I may be a sub when it comes to bondage, but I’m no wallflower in a fight, the only reason I got tied up was because they caught me unawares.”

Cristina gazed at her.

“Ok,” She said finally. “But get in my way and I’ll put a tranq in your back and tie you to back of my motorbike and keep you there as an ornament.”

Kirsten tilted her head, grinning.

“What kind of motorbike?” She asked.

“Harley.”

Kirsten’s jaw dropped.

“Babe, even if I don’t get in the way, you can tie me to that thing anytime you want.”

“Get in my way and I’ll tie you to it butt-naked.”

Kirsten looked thoughtful.

“Nope, would definitely be worth it.”

“Damnit girl, you’ve got to stop flirting with me,” Cristina grinned. “Come on, get dressed. I’ll go get my outfit.”

“What?”

Cristina just walked back into the bedroom and Kirsten followed. Cristina opened a small cabinet, and revealed a mass of wigs and hats. Kirsten blinked in surprised as Cristina hummed, selecting one, a no nonsense black wig with a braided bun and wiped something over her scalp before placing the wig over it. She then opened a little pot containing... contact lenses and leant over a mirror at the back of the cabinet, adeptly putting them in place... and fiddling with her eyebrows.

When Cristina turned, she looked so different, the serious hair giving her a strict look, her eyes a dark brown under those tattooed brows. You could still tell that it was Cristina, but only if you knew. Cristina gave Kirsten a small smile, revealing the only thing that gave her away; her needle-like teeth.

“You going to stare at me all day?” She asked.

Kirsten turned to the wardrobe and started to dress, surprised.

“Why do you think that they like sending me on cover missions?” Cristina asked, joining her and stepping into a pair of black knickers. “Because in a minute, a change of a wig, contacts and a smear of makeup, I’m a different woman. Trust me, people only really notice the furniture of your face, if you know what I mean. Damn, I forgot to put eyelashes on. Never mind.”

She had her bra, leather trousers and a cami-top on by this point, pulling on a pair of thick socks before she put on her New Rocks. Kirsten had barely got her underwear on.

“No offence or anything...”

“You want to know why I look the way I do?” Cristina cut her off. “You know the old party drugs? My mum was vamped up to the gills on Party Hard while pregnant with me. She didn’t realise she was pregnant and they didn’t tell her that it would seriously mess me up when she did find out. I was born like this, no hair anywhere, no eyelashes, eyebrows, whatever, pointy teeth, freakishly pale skin and the dexterity of a gymnast. If I didn’t look so weird, I’d almost say it was a blessing, but people like trying to cut me open to see how I work.”

She straightened up, shrugging her gun’s shoulder holster on before her leather jacket, then sighed.

“Come on, hurry up.”