KITTEN

by

Brian Sands

assisted by

Cordelia White

Chapter Six: Rule Eleven

Mistress Alice removed something else from the valise and placed in on the coffee table beside one of the arm-sheaths. It too seemed to have an abundance of leather straps attached to it, but Mignon could not see it clearly from the cramped side-on angle at which she lay. When a second similar black object was placed beside the first, however, Mignon’s suspicions began to grow. She would have cried out in alarm if she had been capable of doing so.

‘Now, Joan Love,’ said Alice in a no-nonsense voice, ‘Let us prepare our two unwilling guests for the night. We’ll begin with dear paralysed Meg and get her trussed before the effects of the dart wear off. Also, because she is still wearing, ugh, clothes, she merits our attention doubly.’

‘But Mignon’s still wearing her dress, and that contravenes ...’

‘Rule Ten, our prisoners are to be held naked for long periods, Joan, and always naked at night. I know, I know. But we might as well apply Rule Seven for the moment. That allows them to wear one item of clothing. I know this can get confusing, dear Joan. However, we’ll simplify it very shortly. Anyway, it can’t be said that sweet Mignon’s actually wearing that dress can we? It’s a minimal affair.’

Mignon looked down at herself, for a moment forgetting the agonising discomfort of the gag packed so tightly in her mouth. The silk dress was completely open in front, prevented from falling all the way to her waist because her bound arms were still caught in the short sleeves near her wrists. As for the skirt, that lay wide open to reveal the full length of her legs from foot to thigh, as well as the sweet downy triangle just above. She was panicking so much because of the gag, however, that Mignon did not have time to feel embarrassed.

Joan and Alice were kneeling down over Meg, and Mignon watched with horrified fascination as the two women worked quickly and efficiently on her friend.

While Alice held Meg’s head and body steady, Joan stripped away the white blouse, pulling the sleeves down Meg’s arms, and cut the lace bra in pieces, thus removing them from their prisoner’s body with a minimum of effort. Meg’s navy skirt was next.

‘Tsk, tsk,’ murmured Alice, ‘more stockings, more suspender belt, lace bra, and what’s this, pink lace silk panties! To match the bra no doubt. And I thought you preferred only black. Get them out of my sight as soon as possible, Joan dear. Ugh!’

Joan did as she was bidden. The small scissors worked overtime and it took only a moment for the suspender belt and panties to disappear in sections, flung to the other side of the room by Joan whose facial expression mirrored the words of disgust that Alice had just uttered. It took a little longer to roll Meg’s stockings down from her thighs to her feet. Then they were flung away too.

‘Now we’re really getting down to business,’ said Alice. ‘Don’t worry, Meg. We’ll soon have you nice and comfy for bed. Let’s have the first of those arm sheaths please Joan. The drug will start to wear off in another few minutes, though she’ll still be floppy for some time, depending on how much of the drug went into her system.’

One of the two arm binders was picked up from the floor beside the coffee table and handed to Alice. Mignon noted for the first time that its colour was black whereas the other one, which she guessed she would be wearing soon, was a reddish tan. This time it was Joan who held Meg’s arms back while Alice prepared to slip the sleeve over Meg’s arms.

Alice paused. ‘Joan dear, find one of the broad leather straps in my kit bag will you, and bind Meg’s wrists with them.’

Joan searched in what Mignon thought must be a truly voluminous carpetbag and produced a simple leather strip, about two inches wide.

‘Place her hands palm to palm,’ ordered Alice as Joan began to wind the soft leather around Meg’s wrists. ‘Not too tight. She has to spend the next six or seven hours like that.’

The leather bonds were just long enough to go twice around Meg’s wrists, tied in a firm double knot. Then, while Joan held Meg’s arms closer together at the elbows, Alice slid the narrow single sleeve over the bound hands and up past Meg’s elbows to her shoulders. The sheath was laced all along its length. Alice quickly tightened it with deft fingers. When Meg’s elbows came into contact, she knotted the lace at the apex of the sheath. Mignon watched in continued fascination as the leather shoulder straps were cinched and buckled in place. From where she lay, the straps appeared to be soft but she could not be sure. There were other straps attached to the single sleeve. Some of these were now threaded into buckles and pulled firmly around parts of Meg’s torso, about her chest above the breasts, another directly below them so that they stood out even more prominently than with Meg’s arms pulled behind her alone. Another strap around the waist was tightened, forcing the prisoner’s forearms hard up against her lower back and the base of her spine. There was an additional strap at the tip of the mitten-like coverings over Meg’s hands, but this was ignored by the two captors who instead bent their attention on strapping up Meg’s legs at ankles, knees above and below, lower thighs and upper thighs. Those straps were wide and appeared to be made of soft leather also.

Alice inspected Meg’s face and turned her head very carefully more to one side. ‘We have to make sure you’re breathing without impediment,’ she explained. ‘Oh, don’t try to move or even to look at us. That drug is still holding you. There’s no point in fighting it. You can probably feel that it’s beginning very slowly to wear off ... No, Joan Darling, let’s take care of our other very lovely victim.’

The focus was now on Mignon. Joan took the young woman by the shoulders and sat her up on the sofa. The bandage around her face was removed and the two sodden rolls of cloth were extracted from her mouth, Joan making ‘ick’ sounds as she did so. A glass of water with a drinking straw was held to Mignon’s lips and she drank gratefully.

‘On your feet, dear,’ said Alice, and, when Mignon was standing shakily in front of her kidnappers, she added, ‘Joan, bring the other sleeve please.’

As Joan fetched what was to become Mignon’s restraint, Alice freed her bound hands and, supporting Mignon as she worked, she unbuckled the young woman’s belt and allowed belt and silk dress to fall softly to the floor at Mignon’s feet.

Mignon offered no resistance as her hands were placed palm to palm and the leather sheath was pulled over them and up her arms to her shoulders. The leather was soft to the touch and, as the straps went around her shoulders, she tried to look back at them, curious to see how they looked on her. As the straps tightened, Mignon was drawn upright to a soft chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from Joan and Alice. Her stance was ‘improved’ - Alices’s words - as Joan secured the laces.

‘You are really the most gorgeous young woman,’ said Alice, running her hands over Mignon’s breasts and gently tweaking her nipples erect. ‘Please, pull the lace a little tighter, Joan. She’s supple enough. And I just love the effect we’re achieving. Ooh yes! They’ll pay handsomely for you, little one. See how her breasts rise so delicately, Joan, that rounded flesh ending in the nipples, then the little concave descent above them?’

‘She is lovely,’ agreed Joan. ‘Can I gag her now?’

‘Soon, Joan dear, soon. Do her legs next.’

Joan knelt at Mignon’s feet and substituted the piece of cord at her ankles for a wide soft leather strap. It went around twice before the ends were tucked between and cinched firmly. Like Meg, Mignon’s legs were strapped up at her knees and thighs. Joan did the job while Alice propped Mignon upright, holding her very familiarly over her breasts at the same time.

When Mignon’s legs were bound from ankles to thighs, Alice murmured in her ear, ‘You’d better get used to this with no complaining. If I wish it, I can tighten extra straps around your wrists and elbows and draw your arms a lot tighter. But you have to try to get some rest because we have quite an ordeal ahead for you and your friend and you’ll need all the sleep you can get. There won’t be much sleep later.’

‘I won’t complain,’ said Mignon bravely. ‘I shan’t be able to anyway because you’re going to put a gag over my mouth aren’t you?’

‘That’s a very astute observation, dearie. One gag coming up! Joan?’

Mignon watched with increasing unease as Joan selected one of the black leather masks from the coffee table. It was comprised of a large oval that was moulded to cover the shape of a face from below the nose to the point of the chin. In the middle of the oval mask, and embedded into it, was a thick egg-shaped piece of leather, fixed to it so that the fatter end of the egg bulged where it would be against the victim’s palate once it had been inserted into her mouth.

Mignon looked with growing horror at the gag. When Joan had spoken of a night gag that would not choke her or Meg, she had assumed that it would only go over her mouth and not in it. Alice read her mind.

‘Oh, Mignon dear, does this disappoint you in some way?’ said Alice as she took one of the gags from Joan’s hand. ‘You thought perhaps I would use a soft scarf tied over your pretty lips - or a strip of tape? I did consider tape, and you will experience it later this weekend. But we don’t want either of you to be able to speak. Not that formulating escape schemes is necessarily a bad thing. That’s to be expected of course, and we’re up to all the tricks either of you might try on us. It’s more to do with preventing you from giving each other moral courage. Heroines unable to speak a word, even if they are lying close together - very close together - can only grunt. And I doubt that grunting will communicate much joy. It’s Rule ...’

‘Number Eleven,’ Joan intoned, ‘However long gags are worn, they will always include something to fill the mouth as well as something to hold it in place.’

‘Quite so, Joan Dear. You see, Mignon, Sweetie, only if your mouth is full and with your jaw held open can we absolutely stop speech.’

‘During the day,’ added Joan, ‘your mouths will be packed with cloth to the full. Pieces of sheet and thick silk scarves work well. Cotton bed sheets have a rough texture that will grip the skin and form very tight and non-slip knots. They can chafe uncomfortably if left on you for a long time. Silk is softer and less uncomfortable in your mouth, but it has good sound-absorbing qualities, and its knots hold very tightly because of the slightly rough texture of silk, as compared with nylon or some polyester weaves which are very smooth. Some makes of nylon and polyester scarves, on the other hand, can be quite abrasive too.’

‘Bravo Joan, what a speech!’ said Alice approvingly. ‘Joan’s quite an expert in these matters you know. She has not yet mentioned, however, that panties such as the ones you and darling Meg brought, unnecessarily, also make excellent packing for mouths that need it, your own or each other’s panties. We appear to have cotton, satin, and silk at our disposal.’

‘Until they are burned tomorrow.’

‘Indeed, Joan, we might have to bend one of our rules ...’

‘Seven, or Ten?’

‘Whatever. I’ll leave you to choose which panties we keep for their gags and which ones we dispose of. During the night it will be too dangerous to have you wearing packing gags. We’ll be sleeping too so, if you started choking, you would pass out very quietly without us knowing. In the daytime, one of us will be watching you, very closely, and enjoying the sight I might add. Now these gags, on the other hand, are quite safe as well as very effective, as I said. They are custom made of course. We had them prepared especially for you, so you are privileged. They’re very hygienic too.’

As she said those last words, Alice untangled the straps of the gag she held and approached Mignon.

‘I hope I don’t find an uncooperative little bunny,’ she said sweetly but with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Mignon raised her chin defiantly, a movement that was spoiled somewhat in its effect as Alice firmly placed the pear shaped leather tongue against her lower teeth and rolled it over them, forcing her mouth open. The young woman gagged faintly as the whole of the thick leather egg went in past her teeth to fill the front of her mouth.

As Alice buckled the straps in place over Mignon’s head and around the back of her neck, the soft leather wedge pressed against the roof of her mouth. Mignon bit down on the gag in a reaction to prevent it going deeper, before she realised too late that this was impossible. The straps held the gag in the front of her mouth just behind her teeth. Her choice came too late because, at the same moment that Mignon bit down, Alice buckled the straps tight. This had the effect of locking her lower jaw and preventing a full bite. Now Mignon could scarcely move her jaw. The pear gag neatly plugged up her mouth so that when in alarm she tried to speak, all that came out was a faint, ‘ngk ngk.’

"Quite so. I told you to expect that, didn’t I?’ said Alice with satisfaction as she gently pushed Mignon down onto the sofa.

With her arms sealed behind her in the soft leather sheath, and her legs strapped up, Mignon fell helplessly into the cushions. She lay there, her nostrils flaring as she watched Alice and Joan carefully gag the helpless Meg in the same way they had gagged her.

‘Time for bed,’ said Alice cheerfully.

‘I’m glad,’ agreed Joan, ‘It’s been a long day.’

‘Yes ... help me lift her, that’s right ... Kidnapping’s hard work.’

Between them, Alice and Joan carried Meg into the adjoining room where the two suitcases had been.

They returned soon, and Joan helped Mignon to her feet. Joan steadied Mignon while Alice looked her up and down critically.

‘Well, we’ve achieved this Rule without too much trouble.’

‘Rule Ten, although we might on occasion allow you to wear scraps of underwear during the day, you will always be naked at night. After all, it’s unhygienic to wear underclothes in bed.’

‘That should be, held naked for long periods, Joan, and always naked at night.’

‘Dash it, I forgot!’

‘We can’t always remember the rules all of the time, dear.’

‘Shall we take her in?’

‘I have a better idea.’ Alice looked appraisingly at Mignon. ‘I’d like to see you do a bunny hop this time,’ she announced sweetly.

Mignon had no option but to comply. It meant that she did not have to be lifted and carried, especially when various hands took opportunities to explore her body and so create unsettling reactions over which she had little control. So she hopped.

Alice and Joan looked on in open appreciation as Mignon, taking stock of her position in front of the sofa, turned and made the first hop. She cleared the small heap of belt and dress without difficulty and negotiated the corner of the sofa. There remained about three metres between her and the bedroom door.

Mignon was supple and fit and wanted to get it over with. She was also very conscious of the way her breasts were affected by the movements. They were held erect and supported by the straps above and below them that encircled her body, but this did not prevent some ‘jiggling’ - as Alice exclaimed in rapture - and Joan’s hands appeared ever ready to protect them as she hovered beside Mignon. Perhaps she’s hoping that I’ll lose balance and fall into her arms, thought the helpless young woman. Mignon was determined to disappoint Joan and took special pains to stay upright. Despite the tight straps that crushed the muscles at her knees and lower and upper thighs, she reached the bedroom door in record time.

The first sight that greeted her eyes was Meg’s full breasts. Made even more prominent by her bindings. Mignon’s friend was lying on her side facing the door, her arms behind her trapped in the leather sheath, her knees slightly drawn up, her head resting on a pillow.

Alice came up to Mignon’s shoulder. ‘The next step is to make you comfy, and to ensure that you don’t fall from this narrow cot,’ she crooned into Mignon’s ear, ‘So we’ll bind you face to face. Notice the loose strap attached to the end of your arm sheath? You are now about to discover its purpose.’