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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - B&D  ACADEMY CHAPTER 3

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Hi,



I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't

really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to

repost the stuff I have.



There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who

have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were

originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them

first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever

increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.



The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage

orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a

little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't

be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the

stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still

apply.



I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.



Bye for now. 



Anakha

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                            B & D  ACADEMY

                             By  SNIDLEY

                              CHAPTER 3



   The car ride was short and predictable. When the trunk was

finally  opened Mariko was right where she had expected to be, just

outside the  garage. Mariko blinked her eyes against the glaire of

the setting sun  as she looked up at the three oriental guards.

Mariko's personal  attendedents (Mariko began to think of them as

her very own "Three  Stooges") pulled her out of the trunk and

stood her up to loosen the  hobble. After they had her legs

separated, she was pulled towards the  house leaving Courtney

behind with Allison. The four girls entered  through a door in the

side of the house and passed through the kitchen  where a large

meal was being prepared. Once again, no one paid any  attention to

Mariko's plight as she was quickly pushed out into the  hall

leading to the elevator. Mariko's high heeled, riding boots made 

almost no sound as she walked down the long, carpeted hall. (she

was  surprised at how she was becoming accustom to walking in the

boots)  When they stopped in front of the elevator and waited for

it to  arrive, she was able to look past the guards and into a

large hall  mirror at herself. She shook her head in disgust at her

own naivete.  In the mirror stood the reflection of an exhausted

looking, dust  covered girl with a rumpled riding outfit. Mariko

looked at herself  and blushed with embarrassment as she examined

the smiling, cherry red  lips carefully drawn on the tape sealing

her own lips. It seems it  wasn't only Courtney who had received

Allison's attention with the  lipstick.



   The guards pushed Mariko into her room and set about releasing

her.  One of the girls took a strange pair of scissors out of her

pocket.  They looked something like barbers scissors except the

blades were  shorter and rounder and on the tip of one blade was a

blunt flattened  area. The girl pushed this blunt part up between

the tape and Mariko's  cheek and cut through the tape. After she

had sniped through the tape  the stickiness of the tape kept it

firmly plastered over Mariko's  mouth but most of the strain was

gone. Meanwhile, another of the girls  unpinned the keys from

Mariko's necktie and handed them to the third  girl who was, at

that moment releasing the handcuffs from the clip  holding them in

the center of Mariko's back. They deftly removed the  leather

gloves from Mariko's hands and she savored the new found joy  of

being able to wiggle her thumbs. At this point, one of the girls 

spoke in halting English,



     "You make bath... 30 minutes all done. Okay? she said. Mariko 

nodded, she was much too tired to fight.



     "We bring clothes later okay?" Mariko nodded again.



     "Fine, fine," she mumbled through the gag.



   With that, the guard with the keys placed them on the table and

the  three girls turned and left the room. Mariko could hear them

bolting  the door from the outside. Mariko slumped in one of the

two small,  sturdy wooden chairs in the room and let her head drop

to her chest  for a moment. Then her stubborn resolve began to

surface again. 



     "They aren't gonna break me!" she thought. "I'll never give

in...  never tell them about Ivan and the formulas, even if they

keep me like  this forever! Hmmnn, Forever... now that's an

interesting thought..."  Mariko tried to visualize herself at

eighty, the mental picture of  herself trying to blow out her

birthday candles with a gag in her  mouth made her chuckle to

herself. "Naw, it'd never happen. I'll bust  outa this joint before

they know I'm gone!"



   Mariko suddenly realized that she was wasting precious time. A

bath  would be wonderful, not to mention getting out of these

horrible  clothes. She managed to pluck the handcuff key from the

table with  surprising ease. With her thumbs free she made short

work of the  handcuffs even with them still secured behind her

back. She dropped  the cuffs and keys on the table and went after

the tape that was wound  around her head. Mariko pulled the tape

slowly off her mouth. As it  was, she felt her skin being pulled by

the stubborn cling of the tape  but finally, as she reached the

section over her lips and chin where  the adheasive was dampened by

her own drool, the tape popped off her  mouth. She gingerly, with

two fingers, pulled the gross, soggy mass of  foam rubber ball out

of her mouth with an unintentional groan and  dropped it on the

table after having second thoughts about the floor.



     "No telling when we'll meet again." she said to no one in 

particular.



   She had a heck of a time pulling the tape from where it stuck to

the  back of her neck. It was inevitable that the short thin hairs

that  clung to the tape would go with it but at least Mariko could

be more  gentle then the Three Stooges would have been. Next came

the necktie,  Mariko took great pleasure in pulling it loose from

her neck and she  savored the refreshing coolness of the air on her

neck as she  unbuttoned the collar of the shirt.



     "I can't understand how men can stand wearing those things!"

she  thought briefly.



   Mariko quickly removed the rest of her riding clothes stumbling

only  on the wire holding her jacket closed. When she removed the

sweater  vest she had expected that her nipples would surly be worn

down to  nothing but they were completely unblemished somewhat to

Mariko's  surprise, although they were a little bit more sensitive

then usual.  They even began to stand at attention as the cool air

from the room  caressed them. After she peeled off the riding

britches she examined  the little pinch lines that had been caused

by the overly tight rubber  lining. Mariko wondered if that was

what a girdle felt like, if it  was, she just thanked heavens that

she didn't live 20 years ago when  they were part of every woman's

"uniform". At last, she was able to  get at the things that

definitely were not part of every woman's  wardrobe. She examined

the Ben-wa balls for a moment before putting  them on top of the

sweater on the table. 



     "Weren't these invented by the Japanese?" she wondered to

herself,  then shrugged it off. "At least the day wasn't a total

disaster..."  she smiled.



   As she had expected, the bath was heaven. The hot soapy water

did  wonders on her tired aching muscles as it closed over her

shoulders.  Mariko sat like this for some time, submerged up to her

chin in the  tub as she studied her surroundings. She had not spent

much time in  this room since she had arrived, only to sleep

(although not always)  and to bathe. Up until then she had been

forcibly bathed by the  stooges, this was the first time the bath

was a pleasant experience.  The room she was in now could be

considered her bathroom. It was only  supplied with a commode, that

was directly in line with the door, a  bathtub and a sink.

Actually, there wasn't a door, just a large  opening in the wall

that led out into the main room. You could  consider it a door,

Mariko supposed, only there was no door to close.  The tub Mariko

still occupied was against the wall beside the toilet.  High on the

opposite wall was an industrial air dryer like the kind in  public

washrooms and the small sink. There were no other accouterments  in

her  bathroom. 



   The main room of her "suite" was just as sparsely furnished.

There  was the bed, a pedestal arrangement with a thin mattress on

it. At  various  points around the base were small steel rings set

on hinges.  The use of those were certainly obvious to all

concerned. There also  was a sturdy table and two wooden chairs.

The door to the hallway was  opposite the door to the bathroom.



     "Whoever designed this dump sure didn't have privacy in mind!" 

grumbled Mariko.



   The water was beginning to cool off, so Mariko reluctantly

decided  it was time to get out. She went over to the dryer and

gave the button  a punch. Immediately she was surrounded by hot

swirling air. She knew  that it would not take very long to dry off

under this rush of air,  even with her long hair. As she was

finishing up, she heard the door  unlock and open up. One of the

stooges appeared behind her and handed  Mariko a toothbrush. Mariko

obediently scrubbed her teeth under the  watchful eye of the guard

and when she was finished she handed the  brush back to the guard

who conducted the nude girl out into the main  room where the other

two waited patiently. One held a black silk dress  in one hand and

a pair of black high heel shoes in the other.



     "You want us go sit you in dressing chair now?" the first

guard  asked Mariko.



     "No, that won't be necessary, I've had my fill of fighting for 

today, thank you... I'll dress myself." replied Mariko. Mariko put

the  things on as the guard handed them to her. First came the lacy

black  garter belt, then the natural colored silk stockings. Mariko

had never  put on stockings before, (She had worn them before but

she had some  unappreciated assistance in putting them on) but she

didn't have any  trouble figuring out what went where. Next came a

pair of matching  bikini panties with little ribbon ties, one on

either hip. Mariko tied  these as tight as she could, a little

precaution to avoid an  embarrassing moment later on. The guard

handed her the dress and  Mariko stepped into it from the rear and

pulled it up. When the guard  had zipped it up the back Mariko

discovered that this too must have  been made especially for her.

The dress was a black silk frock, very  tight in all the wrong

places, (Only in Mariko's opinion...  Certainly  nobody else's!)

with a deep V-neck that showed plenty of cleavage  before ending

just below her bustline, and spaghetti straps. The  hemline stopped

about mid thigh and just barely covered the tops of  her stockings.

Mariko hoped she wouldn't have to do much bending. The  guard

handed her the shoes and Mariko sat on the chair to put them on. 

These were open toe sandals with thin ankle straps and heels that

were  even higher and thinner then the boots she had suffered with

all  afternoon. When Mariko stood up her weight was precariously

pitched  forward and she had to grab the guard's shoulders for

support. She  became gradually accustom to the shoes and walked

unsteadily around a  little for practice. One of the stooges

stopped her and handed her a  beautiful pearl choker and matching

earrings which Mariko was happy to  put on. These were followed by

a pair of black opera gloves that  stretched well above her elbows

when she had finally worked them on.  The other two stooges stood

behind Mariko on either side and when she  finished putting on the

gloves, they simultaneously grabbed both her  arms and pulled them

roughly behind her back.



     "This isn't necessary! I'm cooperating!" Mariko winced.



   The girls ignored her pleas as they encircled her wrists with a 

black plastic tie-wrap and wretched it down tight around her

wrists.  They repeated the procedure on her elbows with another tie

wrap  pulling them tightly together. The girls weren't finished yet

as they  used two smaller wraps to pin Mariko's middle fingers and

even her  thumbs together after which they used a pair of cutters

to remove the  unsightly excess plastic wrap. Then one of them

lifted a white ball  gag over Mariko's head from behind and dropped

it in front of her  face. The three girls laughed at her as she,

without thinking, opened  her mouth to accept the gag only to have

the girl buckle the strap  loosely around her neck so the ball

rested on her chest. The girls  motioned Mariko to sit on the chair

and she complied, finding, much to  her distress, that her dress

immediately slid up around her hips and  exposed her stocking tops.

Mariko didn't have long to wait in this  uncomfortable pose as the

door opened and in strode the make-up woman.



     "Oh, I see you're being a good girl!" said the make-up woman

as she  spread  her tools out on the table.



     "Well I'm trying," replied Mariko. "By the way, since we seem

to  have become such fast friends, I'm kind of upset that we

haven't been properly introduced. I think you should know my name

is Mariko Aniko.  I'm afraid I don't know what your name is

though." The Make-up woman  looked at Mariko for a long moment.



     "You may call me Ma'am," came her measured reply "You know,

like  in: Yes ma'am or No ma'am... Understand?"



     "Yes Ma'am."



   Mariko felt particularly foolish calling this woman, who was no

more  then three or four years older then herself, Ma'am. The

Make-up  woman... "Ma'am" ...was busy adding all the touches to

Mariko's face,  a little blush and eyeliner and of course the

mandatory red lip-gloss.  When she had finished she nodded to the

guards who began fiddling with  the gag strap.



     "Ma'am, couldn't we pass on the gag this time? It is dinner

time  after all." said Mariko.



     "Nope, afraid not. We are still required to remind you to keep 

your mouth shut." came the reply.



     "How about if I cross my heart?



     "Nope. Besides, the white of the gag really shows off those

pretty  lips of yours." said Ma'am. "Now don't smear your

lipstick!" 



        "But... ULP!" Mariko was cut short as the ball passed into

her  mouth and was buckled tightly behind her head under her hair.

Ma'am  clipped a thin leather leash around Mariko's neck and with

a light  pull, coaxed Mariko to her feet.



     "Come along dear," Ma'am said as she led Mariko towards the

door.  "its almost time for cocktails!"



   Mariko clumsily followed Ma'am out into the hall. She had to 

concentrate on her pace as Ma'am didn't seem to be paying much 

attention to her plight. Mariko could probably have balanced well 

enough on the spike heels under normal circumstances, but with her 

arms tightly locked behind her back by the plastic tie wraps and 

unable to provide any assistance in her counterbalance, she was 

helpless to resist the light but steady tug of the leash around her 

neck. Mariko had been pulled off balance by the initial tug as they 

had exited her "suite" and Ma'am kept the pressure on her as they 

walked down the hall. She found herself in the untenable position

of  more or less "careening" along behind Ma'am. She had no way to

check  her forward motion because the height of her heels kept her

leaning  precariously forward. Ma'am stopped abruptly at the

elevator doors and  Mariko suddenly realized to her horror that she

was about to crash  into her from behind. Before she could grunt

any warning though,  Ma'am, with the practiced ease of experience,

casually took one step  to the side and Mariko crashed headlong

into the doors of the elevator  with a resounding thud. Ma'am

steadied Mariko back up and smiled  innocently at her.



     "Are you all right My Dear?" She asked the stunned (but

unhurt)  Mariko.



     "Yeph!" Mariko replied with some annoyance. The ball in her

mouth  was smaller then usual and really not too terribly

uncomfortable at  all. Mariko knew that it would not prevent her

from making loud noises  but it was certainly effective in

preventing anything intelligible  from passing her lips. 



     "You should really make an effort to learn how to walk on

those  shoes, Dear. Why don't you give it a go right here, while we

are  waiting for the elevator?" said Ma'am as she nodded with her

head for  Mariko to walk about in a circle around her. Mariko

sighed and began  to walk slowly around Ma'am.



     "Put your head up! shoulders back! chest out!! You're a

beautiful  girl Mariko, you should be proud of it, Walk proud!"

These compliments  didn't really do much for her self esteem, but

that was understandable  under the circumstances. Being led around

by a leash doesn't help  one's ego very much.



   Finally, mercifully, the elevator doors opened and Ma'am

motioned  Mariko inside, then followed her aboard. The practice had

helped as  Mariko was beginning to feel a little more comfortable

with the height  of her new footwear. When they reached their floor

Mariko found  herself walking with more and more ease as they

strolled down the hall  towards the back entrance to the library.

When they arrived, Ma'am  knocked on the double doors and hearing

no reply, opened them and  pulled Mariko in after her. At this

point she dropped Mariko's leash  and quietly shut the doors behind

them. 



     "We're a little early, the others will be here soon and we can 

make our grand entrance." Ma'am said as she was hooking the end of 

Mariko's leash to what looked like a parrot's perch in one corner

of  the room. Mariko casually leaned back and pulled the leash

taught  while Ma'am looked away for a moment and she discovered,

(not really  to anyone's surprise by now) that the perch was firmly

implanted in  the floor. 



     "I guess there'll be no browsing through the books tonight!"

she  thought. Ma'am glanced at her watch as she approached Mariko.



     "If I take this thing out of your mouth for a while, do you 

promise no nonsense?" she asked. Mariko nodded vigorously.



     "Will you keep quiet and take it back in when I say, with no 

back-talk?" Mariko nodded even harder. (although perhaps not quite

as  sincerely)



     "Very well, just to show you I'm not completely heartless,

Turn  around." Mariko joyfully complied and Ma'am quickly unhooked

the gag  and let it drop from Mariko's mouth. She re-hooked the

buckle on the  last notch as it hung around the Japanese woman's

neck and turned her  around and dabbed at the dribble on her chin

with a hanky.



     "Remember your promise!" Ma'am warned again as she returned to

the  couch.



     "I will..." said Mariko as she reveled in the unaccustomed joy

of  an unpacked mouth. "... and thank you Ma'am." 



     "Your welcome Dear, now please be quiet! I didn't say I wanted

to  chat with you." Ma'am said



   Ma'am sat leafing through some magazines on the table for a time 

while Mariko amused herself by shifting her weight from side to

side  and wiggling her tongue. Then suddenly, Ma'am got up and

turned  towards the door that they had recently entered and started

to leave  the room.



     "You stay put and keep that lip zipped Y'hear? I'm going to

see  what is keeping everyone." she said as she headed out the

door. 



     "Yes Ma'am!"



   Mariko stood alone in the room now and she took this time to

really  examine her surrounding. The room looked as big as her

mouth felt now  that it was unfettered by the white ball. There

were literally  hundreds of old books of every possible shape and

size adorning the  bookcases surrounding the room. There were

several overstuffed leather  couches and an large antique desk in

the center of the room. Mariko  was a little surprised by the

obviously masculine decor of this room  as opposed to the rest of

the house.



     "That girl sure is full of surprises!" Mariko said out loud to 

herself, just a test so she could be sure she wasn't dreaming and 

really could talk. She could faintly hear footsteps approaching

from  down the hall in the same direction that she had recently

passed. It  struck Mariko as funny, how obvious the sound of

fettered feet was  beginning to sound to her. She was certain that

she would soon be  joined by another bound girl and she had little

doubt who that bound  girl would be. The door flung open and in

stumbled (can you guess?)  Courtney. Mariko had all she could do to

retain her poise in front of  her friend and her outlandish outfit.

It was tough to know where to  begin in describing Courtney's

predicament. 



   Courtney's outfit was punk from head to toe. They had teased her 

hair up so it went in a thousand directions and sprayed it a

bizarre  shade of metallic pink. She wore black fishnet stockings

under a super  short black leather mini-skirt and on her feet were

a pair of black  leather ankle boots with spike heels (not quite as

high as Mariko's  shoes, but close) joined together by 15 inches of

thin silver chain.  Hanging from her ears were six inch lengths of

similar chain. On her  body she wore a red leather straight jacket

modeled after a motorcycle  jacket except that it zipped up the

back. Courtney's arms were sealed  inside the sleeves of the jacket

and these were wrapped around her  body and met in back in the

small of her back where they were pad  locked to a ring protruding

from the back of the jacket. A wide  studded leather belt wrapped

around her hips and was held together by  a pair of handcuffs. The

belt did nothing to add to her restraint but  it did wonders for

the punk illusion. She wore a matching, studded  leather collar

around her neck and from this hung a thin leather  leash, similar

to Mariko's. Courtney was held silent by a tight black  leather

strap pulled cruelty across her mouth and sunk deeply into her 

cheeks.



   The Tall woman entered behind Courtney and pushed her over next

to  Mariko  where she tied her leash to the perch together with

Mariko's  own leash. 



     "No gag?" The Tall woman asked Mariko skeptically.



     "No, Ma'am said I could rest for a while." replied Mariko. She 

hoped that the tall woman wouldn't take matters into her own hands.



     "Hmmm... I suppose it doesn't really make much difference

here."  said the tall woman as she turned Courtney around and began

fiddling  with her gag.



     "No B.S. from you!" she said menacingly into Courtney's ear. 

Courtney meekly shook her head then held still as the Tall woman 

unbuckled the strap and placed it around Courtney's neck in a

similar  fashion to the way Mariko now wore her gag.



     "Where's Ma'am?" said the tall woman, directing the question

to  Mariko.



     "I really don't know, she said something about looking for you 

when she left." replied Mariko. 



     "Did she say me specifically?"



     "No, she said she was going to look for 'everyone' and I just 

assumed..." replied Mariko as humbly as possible.



     "Oh! I know where she went... I'll be back, don't go

anywhere!"  said the Tall woman as she went out the door leaving

the two girls  alone, together and without gags for the first time

since the had been  brought to this bizarre place.



    The instant the door closed, Courtney began stamping her feet

and  made futile little attempts at spitting on the plush oriental

rug.



     "Are you all right Courtney?" Asked Mariko who was a little 

frightened at her friend's sudden change in demeanor.



     "That damn Bitch! If I ever manage to get my hands on her,

I'll..  I'll..."



     "I guess you're okay, Huh?"



     "Y'know what they did?" She asked Mariko. "Cunt!, Bitch!!, 

Arrgh!!!" Courtney growled at the closed door. 



     "No, but I suppose I'm game. What did they do?" asked Mariko.



     "Those shitheads!! I'll tell ya what they did, I'll tell you

what  they did!!" said Courtney with her voice rising with anger

"They said  I had a dirty mouth! That's what!!...  Bitches!!" she

shouted at the  door. Mariko looked at her irate friend with some

confusion.



     "So?"



     "So!.. SO!!! I'll tell you so! So they washed my friggin'

mouth out  with soap! That's so!! Arrghhh!!!" 



     "I think I'm beginning to sense some hostility here..."



     "Look! I don't need this shit from you too!" Courtney panted,

She  was getting a little out of breath.



     "Sorrrry..." said Mariko just gushing insincerity.



     "Oh Mari... I KNOW your just kidding, but they just really

piss me  off!!" Courtney said with a stamp of her foot. "Can't I

get mad too?  Just who do they think they are?"



     "I'm a little bit frustrated too, You know..." said Mariko

"...  But I keep my head and try not to let them get to me. They'll

make a  mistake sooner or later and we'll get out of here."



     "Sure, just like this afternoon."



     "Yea, sure... But we almost made it!" insisted Mariko. Both

girls  paused and mulled over just what could have happened that

afternoon.  They had been so close. Just the thought was

depressing.



     "By the way, I like what you've done with your hair." Mariko

said  meekly. Courtney smiled, then began chuckling, The

ridiculousness of  their situation began to poke through Courtney's

temper and she saw  what humor was there. (However little it may

be)



     "If we ever get out of this, I'm gonna slap you! Then I'll buy

us  the best dinner we can find!" Courtney said with a smile. That

was the  first time in a while that Mariko had seen Courtney smile,

It  made  her feel much better to have at least helped her get

through a little  while longer. The sound of hurried footsteps

wafted down the hall and  into our heroines ears disturbed this

carefree moment.



     "Shit! here we go again!" said Courtney.



     "I wonder what they have planed for us now?" said Mariko past

a  turned up nose.



   The footsteps reached the door and it opened up as if by itself. 

Around the corner came Ma'am and the Tall woman who briskly marched

up  to the two bound girls and set about readjusting their gags.

Courtney  winked at Mariko as she calmly opened her mouth even

before the tall  woman had loosened the gag from her neck. The tall

woman looked at  Courtney with some suspicion but seemed to forget

about it very  quickly as she pressed the leather wad into a

surprisingly willing  mouth. Courtney grimaced a bit as the gag

entered her mouth, Mariko  supposed that it was probably from a

residual of the soap left on the  gag from before. Suddenly, a

white sphere popped into Mariko's line of  sight and she kept her

promise and opened up her mouth to accept the  ball. Ma'am and the

Tall woman set about checking their charge's  appearance. Courtney

was beginning to perspire from the heat of her  leather cocoon so

the tall woman wiped her glistening brow with a  handkerchief.

Ma'am adjusted Mariko's hem a bit and then went and sat  on the

edge of the desk.



     "Good thing her make-up is waterproof huh?" said Ma'am,

indicating  Courtney.



     "Yeah" said the Tall woman "I'd hate to have to go through

that  all over again!" Courtney glanced over at her friend,

shrugged and  modestly kicked at the floor.



   Then, from down the hall came more footsteps, many footsteps,

and  they were heading towards the library very rapidly. Mariko and 

Courtney drew closer together with apprehension about what was

about  to happen. Ma'am and the tall woman stood casually and

turned to face  the door to the hall where the shuffling of the

feet had stopped. When  the doors were opened by one of the three

stooges, Mariko and Courtney  looked at each other in disbelief. In

walked five women, each of whom  stared at Mariko and Courtney with

the same surprise as our bound  heroines stared back with. They

really had no choice in the matter as  all five of these women were

as tightly bound and gagged as Courtney  and Mariko.



   The first girl into the room was a slightly plump redhead. She

was  very young, probably not much more the nineteen, and certainly

younger  then both Mariko and Courtney. She walked with an impish

bounce and  the air of a mischievous nature that did not stop even

when she came  face to face with Mariko and Courtney. "This has to

be Sweetcakes"  thought Mariko. Sweetcakes was dressed in a shiny

blue satin poof  dress. The dress's hem line ended about mid thigh,

it was a little  shorter then Mariko's dress. Her outfit was

accessorized with a red  belt, red shoes and even a small red

purse. She carried the purse  behind her back where her hands were

locked securely in handcuffs.  There was a small chain that ran

from the middle link of the handcuffs  down to where she wore a

pair of matching leg irons. Sweetcakes was  silenced by a wide

strip of white adhesive tape pressed tightly across  her lips.



   The second woman was a little older, probably in her late

twenty's  or early thirties. Although she was kind of plain looking

with longish  straight brown hair, she did have a nice trim body.

She was dressed in  a yuppie suit, a beige wool suit jacket with a

coordinating slim skirt  and matching high heel pumps and a white

lacy front blouse with a high  lace collar. She was bound with

three leather belts, one on her  wrists, one on her elbows and

another around her body pining her arms  to her back. Her feet were

unfettered and she was gagged by a thin  leather strap with what

looked like a leather wad sewn to the middle  of it. From the

moment she entered the room she did not take her eyes  off of

Courtney and Mariko. Mariko hardly noticed though, as there  were

more surprises in store.



   The third girl was very tall and thin with blond hair. This fact

was  determined by the color of her ponytail and not much more. She

wore a  leather helmet of sorts, it started under her chin and

covered her  entire head except for an oval opening in the front

that exposed her  eyes and nose fully but tightly covered her mouth

(as well as the rest  of her head). Her hair stuck straight up out

of a hole in the top of  the helmet and was braided a little way up

out of the hole and was  tied there with a red ribbon. The rest of

her hair flopped loosely  around the top of her head. The blond

wore a bulky red turtleneck  sweater and a short gray skirt, gray

stockings and black pumps. Around  her waist was a tight black

leather belt. Attached to this belt was a  pair of leather cuffs at

the center of her back and these were closed  with small padlocks.

Also, on her right ankle was locked one side of a  normal pair of

handcuffs, with the loose side opened and waiting to be  attached

to her free ankle.



   The last two girls entered together, They had no choice, there

was a  thin piece of white rope connecting them at the neck. The

first girl  was a striking black girl. She minced in wearing a

long, white, off  the shoulder dress with a slit running all the

way up to the top of  her hip. With almost any movement the dress

would open up and expose  the fact that she was also wearing

stockings and a garter belt. The  stockings probably didn't provide

much protection from the rope that  securely bound her knees

together under her dress. Likewise her arms  were bound with the

white cord, several turns on her wrists and elbows  secured with

tight hitches. A piece of adhesive tape covered her mouth  which

was clearly distended around something. "Probably a ball." 

discerned Mariko.



   Her partner was a short girl with olive skin and shoulder

length,  very curly black hair. She was dressed in tight black

pants and an  even tighter black button down vest. It seemed that

if she moved the  wrong way she would easily pop right out of the

vest. around her neck  was a black bow tie to complete this formal

look. Her arms were  secured to her side at two places. On her

upper arms, just above her  elbows, were two tight leather bands.

These bands were attached  together by a chain running across her

back. Matching leather  wristbands were attached by a loop of chain

to each hip with the chain  loop running between her legs. Her

knees were also pinned together by  a similar arrangement to her

elbows only with a much shorter chain.  She was gagged with a large

red ball gag. 



   Mariko and Courtney looked at each other in disbelief, then at

their  new acquaintances and then back at each other. This was too

much to  for the girls to believe. "How could Allison possibly get

away with  holding this many girls prisoner without someone

escaping and getting  in touch with the authorities?" Mariko

wondered. Allison's keeping  Courtney and herself under lock and

key would have been tough enough,  but seven women!



   Ma'am and the Tall woman were busy lining up the newest recruits

by  the doors that would lead into the living room. Each girl was 

completely obedient during this time, holding perfectly still as

Ma'am  prodded and nudged them into position in line. When they

were all  ready Ma'am and the tall woman came over to Mariko and

Courtney and  undid their leashes from around their neck. They were

then gently  guided to the end of the line with Mariko positioned

behind the black  girl and Courtney behind Mariko. Ma'am and the

Tall woman then walked  forward to the front of the line and took

positions beside either  door. After a pause of a few minutes there

was a small sound that  resonated from the other side of the door,

the sound of a delicate  bell being rung. At the sound of the bell

Ma'am and the Tall woman   pulled the doors open and Sweetcakes

started into the living room with  each bound girl following in

turn. When it came her turn Mariko simply  shook her head,

swallowed her pride and forged ahead after the black  girl.



     "Time for a Bondage Parade!" She mumbled to herself as she

stepped  ahead into the next room.



      ** END OF PART 3 **



Anakha.

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