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Archive-name: Bondage/plka.txt
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Archive-author: Felix Dartmouth
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Archive-title: Pledgeship
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Ron, pulling his neck-chain to the utmost, went down as
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far as he could and began to suck on Roxanne's nipples. They
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instantly sprung erect, and she began to breathe heavily
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through her nostrils. Soon, Roxanne was in a frenzy from
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Ron's ministrations and after Ron tired and leaned back to
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relax, Roxanne moaned, urging him on.
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"It's no use, Roxie," he said, also very frustrated.
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"This was their plan. If only I could get my handcuffs in
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front of me, we might be able to make some headway."
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Ron struggled to move his hands over his rear end, a feat
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that Kathy had accomplished when Roxanne had carelessly
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handcuffed her too loosely. It took Ron about three minutes
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of grunting and straining, but soon he had his cuffed wrists
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over his rear end, and he was stuck into a type of fetal
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position with the bend of his knees. His leg irons were no
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deterrent, and within minutes, his hands were in front of him.
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He began exploring the methods used to secure his bed-partner,
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but he quickly found that all was secured in a manner that
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prying hands, without keys or knives, could not loose.
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Also, he found that he could not even embrace Roxanne
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because of the way they were chained up by the throat. So,
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his hands, handcuffed before him, were almost a type of
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barrier to their pressing their bodies against one another.
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An opportunity was presented by this, however. Roxanne
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with her body showed him what she wanted him to do with his
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hands, and Ron complied with her unspoken wishes.
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For hours into the night the pair lay in their chains, and
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for much of this time they were both engulfed in ecstasy.
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Roxanne was left panting, covered in a thin layer of
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perspiration, and lying looking up at the ceiling, trying to
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adjust her handcuffs behind her, and trying to adjust the
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ball-gag in her mouth. Ron, still hard, was lying stomach
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down, and was tying to calm down, because he knew that
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satisfaction would not come for him.
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"Roxanne," he said, "I want you to promise me something.
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We we get out of this situation, and after my pledgeship is
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over, I want you to spent another afternoon in bondage in bed
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with me, and I promise you that I can make you as happy as you
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are now. Have we got a deal?"
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"Of course," Roxanne tried to say through her ball-gag,
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and she took a deep breath through her nostrils.
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"Well, I guess that we should make some attempt to get
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some sleep, and if we do, I'd better have my hands behind me
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in case they come in to check on us. I'm sure that they
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wouldn't exactly like it if I did this. I would be bound to
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increase our punishment."
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Ron began maneuvering to get his hands under his leg-
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ironed ankles and he had just accomplished this when Annette
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walked into the room. "What is this?" she said angrily. The
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sheet had long been pushed down to the feet of the two
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prisoners, and Annette placed her hands on Roxanne and began
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examining her and determined that her panties were damp.
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"Well, it's obvious that you two need a little additional
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restraint for the evening." She stormed out of the room.
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"Gosh, Roxanne, I'm so sorry. It looks like I've done it
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too you again. I really . . ."
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But Ron was cut short by Annette, who strode in with
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various items in a canvas bag. First she drew out a ball-gag,
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wrapped in plastic, and strapped it tightly in Ron's mouth.
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Then, with a thin cord, she tightly tied off Ron's
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knees and ankles, but his leg irons remained locked.
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"Now Ron, I want you to see what your shenanigans are
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going to cost your friend here." Annette took a thin cord,
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and tied it around Roxanne's waist and brought it in a single
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strand down between Roxanne's legs and up to the handcuffs
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that linked Roxanne's wrists behind her and after passing the
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cord through one of the two links that joined Roxanne's
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wrists, she looped the rope back through the crotch, and tied
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it off at Roxanne's belly-button. Roxanne passively watched
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as Annette corded her into the additional bondage. Roughly
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Annette turned Roxanne over onto her stomach and corded her
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elbows tightly together with the proper windings and cinchings
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that are appropriate in elbow bondage. After this was done,
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the rope that passed through Roxanne's crotch and handcuffs
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was retightened to make up for the slack that resulted in
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having her elbows trussed.
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Annette stood up to observe her work. She was pleased.
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Next, she took out a black silken hood, and seeing the hood,
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Roxanne went wild in protest, bucking and heaving in her
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bonds. Before the hood covered her eyes, she exchanged one
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last glance with Ron, who was also wide-eyed. The cords drew
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the hood shut about Roxanne's collar. Her vision was thus
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sealed off for the remainder of the night.
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Ron was still in the awkward position of having his hands
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'cuffed under his bent knees, and Annette helped him get them
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behind his back. To prevent this from happening again,
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Annette chained the cuffs around his waist, and locked the
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chain at is belly. There was also a hood for Ron, which was
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not put in place until Annette had thoroughly tested the
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integrity of Ron's bonds and ball-gag. This done, she fondled
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him for a second, and then hooded him, drawing the strings
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shut and tying them off. Thus Ron and Roxanne, totally
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chained and hooded, passed the remainder of the long night.
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(C) Felix Dartmouth
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