Finnigan’s Island
By Woody
There were four sturdy legs on the table the Professor used for experiments in his hut. Two nicely shaped legs rested side by side on the tabletop, held that way by the rope binding the slim ankles of the woman on that table.
Mary Ann still wore her bikini, and ropes and gags. She looked wide-eyed at the Professor.
"That’s not a bad gag, I mean I don’t really have experience with binding and gagging people Mary Ann, so please don’t think me a monomath when it comes to this."
"Mum hum," she answered.
Even with the way the sock/handkerchief gag pushed her face east and south the Professor thought Mary Ann the best example he’d met of a bellibone. Not that he thought ill of Ginger. Still her movie star career had given her a ****y tiny bit of the attitude of an objurgatrix, though hardly noticeable
"Pramer ogle lad ogg gomf?"
"If you don’t mind I have to take your gag off."
That done, Mary Ann worked her mouth while licking her lips.
"Thanks Professor."
"All part of the scientific method. You see we need to place an efficient gag into your oral cavity. I believe this is the solution."
He held up a wire type of gewgaw.
" Professor I think I’ve seen one of those."
"I’m sure you have. I found some brushed steel wire from the boat’s lucky bag and managed to cobble this. Not to be sold in stores of course."
He fitted it around her mouth.
"It’s a Jennings gag, or Dental Retractor. The ratchets only open to 2.5 inches."
How do you use it?"
"Helps the mouth stay wide for dental work, or to properly pack the mouth with a gag."
"Thoughtful of you to fix it."
"If you could hold you head in one place."
Mary Ann did so. Her mouth was cranked open and held by the Jennings gag.
"Now we need to place the right amount in the correct spot. I want to keep a running account of this Mary Ann, If you can help me remember it will add to the success of the experiment."
"I’ll ba ad ta."
"Thank you. This is a length of one of my white shirts, I have plenty, so cutting this up won’t be a bother."
He began placing the gob inside Mary Ann’s mouth.
"I’m aiming for your molars. It’s the articulators we need to contend with."
"Noog na nose?"
"As this goes further we’ll connect with the hard palate and the velum."
"Grammphiff!"
"We can’t avoid all noise of course. We should cause a hindrance to both the bilabial and the ladiodental sounds."
The Professor packed the cube of torn shirt past Mary Ann’s lips. Some of the white material was hanging out her alveolar ridge, so he tucked it in.
"Oralass," said Mary Ann.
"I’ve prepared some smaller rolls of material, more cuttings. These tiny bundles may fit. Yes there, just a small amount. And here."
Mary Ann oozed sounds that differed from normal parts of speech.
"This thin strip will hold the total mass in place. I’ll be sure to make the knot tight behind you head so the main gag won’t be displaced. We don’t want to have to pack it again."
Mary Ann attempted to say, "you bet your life we don’t," but sounded like she was speaking through a straw.
"Good, we know the gag is effective. Still perhaps a little more."
Mary Ann’s protest sounded like a sleepy Nebraska head of cattle.
The Professor wrapped a wider band of shirt over her face, covering the mound of gag burying her lips. He knotted the third gag under her black hair to join the other tied there, then adjusted the front.
"There’s other methods we’ll try, but lets combine this with how you’ll be bound. I’d like to try what I call a ‘bundle tie’ if you don’t mind."
Not hearing dissent from Mary Ann he continued.
"I’ll untie you hands from in back. I may have to cut this. No there it goes. Well I guess that wasn’t as tight as I’d planned."
Mary Ann rubbed her wrists and commented that it had been sufficiently cinched.
"Om hymum oomite."
"Pull your legs up and we’ll lash the wrists together under your knees. Hold them like that while I tie this."
He tied her wrists, then tied her forearms to her thighs.
"Now a loop around your waist, and I have to rock you a bit to snake this rope past your bottom. We’ll connect your ankles to where they will tug and take up the slack on the cord around your waist."
He tied that off.
"Now around the back of the neck, then under the knees and back up. Just tie it at the nape. I know that bows you over, it’s the design that’s important."
"Sosta oummph gossumf."
"What do we have? Hands to knees neck to knees, waist to ankles, arms to thighs. Fingers that’s it!"
Mary Ann sputtered mooing sounds while the Professor rummaged among the rope coils.
Looking at the way her rump rounded due to the rope the Professor was reminded of Francis Galton’s experiments with the Hottentot women of Southwest Africa.
For a short woman Mary Ann had long toes and the Professor turned his science to these. Using the twine he’d made, he began with a foundation turn around Mary Ann’s ankles and then, bit by bit, tied Ossel hitches around each toe.
"Give them a wiggle."
Mary Ann could move her big toe, the others not so.
"I’ll tie your thumbs together, then the other digits."
That done Mary Ann’s main comment was "Om umpped."
"I suppose I should have Ginger look this over. It may not be what she’s looking for. Not that you don’t look good that way Mary Ann."
There was a knock on the hut entrance.
"Professor?"
Mary Ann’s eyes darted about, being one of the few things she could move.
"Who could that be?"
"Ock omupfif," said Mary Ann, meaning to say that since there were only three women on the island, he should be able to figure it out. What she also wanted to mention was she did not want to be seen by that woman in this situation, but had trouble getting her thought across.
Through the door walked a half-naked female.
"Hi Professor. Oh!
"Mrs Powell, good afternoon.
"Goodness!"
"Goodness had nothing to do with it. This is science."
"Oh?"
"In a way. It’s also to do with the plan to help Finnigan."
"Oh."
"We mentioned it at dinner the other night."
"Yes."
"Oh oaz zizs."
"She has a gag in her mouth."
"Several. It’s part of the experiment."
"Oh. Yes I was over at her hut looking for suntan lotion. Ginger wasn’t around and now I see what Mary Ann was off to do. That’s a nice swimsuit."
Mary Ann shrugged her shoulders and moved her eyes in a "oh it’s nothing" comment.
She’d seen pictures of the first Mrs. Powell, who been the same age as Mister Powell when they’d married years ago. This Mrs. Powell was a blonde like her, but much younger and much rounder with a figure that looked great popping out of a cake, which is where Mr. Powell had first seen her six months after the death of his beloved first wife.
This Mrs. Powell, named Babina, had begun a friendship with Mr. Powell that a year later blossomed into marriage. The voyage that had led them here had been the tail end of their honeymoon.
"It’s swell what you’re doing for Finnigan. I wish I could help," said Babina.
"Why not. Mary Ann and Ginger could show the ropes, so to speak."
"It looks like you’re in charge of that."
"Ginger’s directing the movie, I’m involved purely for the science."
"Well I was wanting to talk to you about the plan you had in mind for my breasts. I was thinking of beginning today. That’s why I was hunting for suntan lotion. I’m all out"
Mary Ann’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. She said, "Om bisszs?"
The Professor said, " that’s a coincidence, I was just thinking about Francis Galton. Yes Mrs. Powell."
"Please call me Babina. It’s easier for me to spell."
"Yes Babina. About breasts. I don’t believe Mary Ann has heard my theory."
Mary Ann would have chewed on her gag, but her mouth was so stuffed she was having trouble getting her jaw muscle in motion. So she sat and listened with interest to what he had to say.
"Well the NSA since 1959 has been using a Corona photographic satellite to take photos of Soviet installations world wide. I believe that there is a slim chance that we might spur interest enough for them to make a HUMINT report if they were to spot what appear to be Russian ICBM warheads, but in reality would be Babina’s breasts."
Mary Ann blinked several times.
"It’s a theory tying in with you being a heliolater."
" Lots of people notice my breasts. I guess they’re men scientists you’re talking about?"
"Yes."
"That will work. I mean I’m going to be lying out anyhow. How long has Mary Ann been like that?"
"Not long, it took a while to get the complete bondage done, but for lab work it’s been a slight time."
"Maybe I could help her take a break and be tied in her place," said Babina,
"Gog uhdee," said Mary Ann through the stuffing.
"I’m afraid Ginger is in charge of casting," said the Professor.
"I understand. Still maybe I could be in a separate experiment for you while Mary Ann auditions me for the roll. She could tell Ginger how I did," said Babina.
"Well I’ve had several experiments running at the same time in the past. Not that I’m a misoniest."
"Oh heavens no Professor!"
"I’m running low on rope. Of course there’s plenty at the sight but."
"Well could I pretend to be tied up Professor. I know I’m not as good an actor as Ginger or Mary Ann, but maybe."
"Now I didn’t say I couldn’t tie you up. That’s what is good about science, there’s always an answer to every problem. Well most problems. If you insist I think we can attempt a minor experiment."
"Goody. I better take my suit off, I wouldn’t want to mess it up," said Babina.
"Did you wear that back on the mainland?"
"Sure Professor. On the North Beach lots of gals were starting to wear topless bathing suits. I wonder if they still are? Fashions are fickle."
Mary Ann had never considered a topless bathing suit. She’d only started wearing bikinis a couple of years ago. Still she did spend time on the Island naked. She thought with a load like that Babina had a good reason to go topless. She must have a strong back.
"Can I lay this here?"
"Certainly Mrs., Er by all means Babina."
" I’m nervous about having a gag in my mouth. I remember once I ummp?""Excuse me I just wanted to do an analysis of how well a hand over your mouth works."
"Dum idd eoff?"
"Sealing is an option. But let’s add packing."
The Professor released her lips.
"Um. You’re very strong Professor."
"Pshaw! May I say Mrs. Powell how interesting it is to think of you as an amalgamation of Grace Kelly and Jayne Mansfield."
"Gosh Professor that’s sweet of you to say. I guess?"
Mary Ann thought it a bit much. She knew Babina was sweet, but believed the Professor was drifting from the science involved in this project. Luckily she was unable to give voice to the thought, seeing as how her mouth was packed back to the tonsils.
"The oral cavity needs blocking, that should aid a non-actress such as yourself."
"I see. I’ve had things stuffed in my mouth before. There was this one guy, way before I met Thruston. Any way he."
"If you’re nervous about it in anyway we can begin by closing your eyes."
"Like this?’
"Let’s start again. Close your mouth and open your eyes and you will get a big surprise."
She did.
The Professor gathered the last fist- sized sample of his torn shirt. He needed another Jennings gag to help with this, but Babina seemed to have flexible jaw muscles.
"Now say hoo wa!"
"Hoo wampug"
As the gag went deep her eyes went round. She had blue eyes as round as the rest of her. At times they held a dull look but now looked big and bright and quite surprised.
"This strip of medical tape is long but narrow so if you would please compress your lips close together."
"Moff ifs?"
"Yes, just let me press this down. Now put your hands behind you and cross them at the wrists. The tensilty of this tape should be no challenge to your tensor, still I’m ternately adding loops around your wrists. There let’s sit."
The Professor eased her to the hut floor but lost his grip and Babina’s bottom landed ahead of schedule.
"Oomuff!"
"I’m sorry. Are you all right?"
"Moo mart momesser."
"So sorry, can you cross your ankles?"
"Mumph."
She did and he taped them, then rose and walked to his journal. He jotted down figures.
Babina wiggled and looked at Mary Ann.
"Mon mummp?"
"Ohgus obus oogan zezz," gurgled Mary Ann.
Babina did a quick jerk and figured she wouldn’t have to do much acting to pretend she was trussed tight. Still she wasn’t a pretzel like Mary Ann. The Professor should put some slack in the brunette’s knots. Babina mentioned that.
"Mars sessor, Ozzy Ams ooze assle sis."
The imput wasn’t clear enough for him to understand. So Babina banged her heels on the hut floor.
"Are you all right?"
"Mir mine. Miz Massy Man missle mot mors maz," said Babina.
"Thanks for demonstrating how efficiently your teeth-tongue parts of speech are immobilized by the shirt wad. It’s good to put my theory to the test," he said.
Babina shook her head no, then used her nose and the tip of her right breast to point in the direction of Mary Ann.
Meanwhile Mary Ann was looking doe-eyed and a bit wore down. The rope had her twisted like Plastic Man.
"I hope you don’t mind if we call it an afternoon."
Mary Ann bobbed and weaved and said, "Ol ooze origin olootic."
With care the Professor carved away the knots on Mary Ann’s limbs and snipped free her fingers and toes. He peeled and plucked and pried loose the gags, unscrewing the Jennings ratchet.
"Mah oodle. My goodness Professor but you did a wonderful job tying me. I’ll remember that the next time I’m cooking you a dinner."
"It’s nothing. Let me help you up."
He had her grip his arms and stayed stock still as she pulled herself off the hut floor.
"Swimsuit not mussed up much?"
"No it’s fine. The ropes dented the back of my legs."
"That’s not what I intended. I should have eased you into the bondage like what we’re doing with Babina. The easier type of ligature."
"Muh moos mall might," said Babina.
The two made a nice couple, if you left out the ropes. Babina thought Mary Ann had the cutest body, curvy but as firm as the knots she’d been bound in.
"Mu Munish?"
"I guess we’re finished for right now aren’t we Professor?"
"Yes. I suppose I should have let Ginger see the final product, but I think we can recreate it at a later date. What’s your outlook on how Babina is doing with her role?"
"Gosh maybe Ginger could check that later. She was working on some of her own performance this afternoon. I’ll see her later but right now I better gather some sea salt to season our dinner for tonight."
To Be Continued...