Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire)

by Simmons, NC

  “Don’t you DARE put those goddamned things on me, Lenore! Do you hear me? If you even try I’ll smack you hard!”

  “But Lena… I got them for you as a gift. I thought you would like them. Don’t they look adorable?”

  “WHAT? ADORABLE? LENORE! They’re for tying people up and whacking them around! What the hell is wrong with you?”

  Lenore pouted and put the cuffs back in the box. “I only thought they would be fun to try. I didn’t mean any harm…”

  Lena knew the look. The look of rejection. The look that said, “You rejected my gift, so you rejected me.” “Oh my God! She’s doing it! She’s pulling out a supermodel pout!”

  “Lenore… Let me make this clear… I’m not rejecting you. I’m just not… I mean… Lenore… I can't do this! I can’t put those things on. I can’t let you tie me down. No way. I’ll freak out. I can't do it. I’m… Claustrophobic! That’s it! I’m afraid of claustrophobes. I can’t do the tying down thing.”

  “Pleeeeze, Lena. It won’t hurt. I promise!”

  “NO, Lenore! Not a chance! Find another patsy!”

  “But Leeee-na… PLEEEEZE! I promise. I won’t hurt you. I just want to see what you look like in them.”

  Lena reached out and whacked Lenore across the shoulder, quickly resuming her defensive stance. “NO! If you want to try them on, be my guest. But I am NOT putting myself in those things. NO WAY!”

  “Wait a minute… You mean… If I put them on you’ll play with me?”

  “Play? What the hell? Did you just say, ‘play’ with you? You think this is ‘play’ stuff?”

  “Well… Yes. Rory called them toys. That’s what all of the staff call these things up at the estate. They’re just toys. Just like our dildos and vibrators and Ben-Wa balls. It’s all just for play.”

  “Good God, Lenore! You really can’t be that naïve!”

  “Well… Nobody got hurt. I didn’t spank them hard. I just made them beg for mercy. They seemed to like it.”

  “Lenore… Did you ever think that maybe the reason they like it is because Rory pays them a ton of money to put up with it?”

  “No, Lena! That’s not it! You have to meet them! They all seem like sweet people. They all seemed to enjoy it when I locked them up. They kept asking for me to spank them, or whip them, or poke them, or slap them. They really seemed to like it. At least I don't think they were doing it because they were well paid…”

  “I’ll tell you what, Lenore. You want to put those goddamn things on yourself, go right ahead. I’ll tie you up to your heart's content. But I’m not wearing them. No way, Freaky!”

  Lenore clapped her hands gleefully, jumping up and down with delight. “Really? REALLY? You’ll tie me to the bed?”

  Eyes widening in, “What the fuck just happened here?” disbelief, Lena agreed to Lenore’s request. “Uhhh… Sure, Freaky. If you want me to tie you down, I’ll tie you down.”

  “Thank you, Wild Child! Help me put them on!”

  Thirty Two

  Lena fumbled and fussed with the “gift” box. Shocked and befuddled, she removed each cuff and laid it on the bed, four pretty little torture devices all in a row. Something was missing.

  “Hey… Lenore… How do you actually connect these things? It looks like they have hooks and stuff, but I don’t see any ropes.”

  Lenore scrambled to her shopping bags atop her stripper shoes, her curvaceous, tight, model-ready fanny jiggling tauntingly as she bent over to find the missing links. “I know they are in here somewhere… These are wonderful! You can use them on any bed anywhere!”

  Lenore popped up and turned around, smiling with delight, holding a large, heavy, canvas bag full of jangly, chainy-sounding stuff. She slunk back to the Wild Child and dropped the bag into Lena’s waiting hands. The heavy metal passed right through Lena’s fingers, dropping quickly to the floor with a thud. She looked down and saw a pile of chains and ratchets.

  Thinking her eyes could not handle more widening, an even more wide-eyed, terrified Wild Child looked back up into the naive, yearning eyes of the Freaky Baby.

  “Yer kidding, right?”

  “About what? What’s wrong? Won’t they work? The man at the store said they would attach perfectly to a four post bed.” Lenore pointed over her shoulder to their love nest. “We have a big four post bed, so I thought they would work. Won’t they work?”

  “Lenore… Sweetie… They’ll work. The question is, WHY? Just look at this shit, Lenore!”

  Lena whacked Lenore on the side of her head with her open palm. “Lenore, they use this stuff to torture Mafiosos!”

  Lenore cocked her head in confusion and sought further explanation. “But… Lena… All the people at the estate seem to think these things are fun? Have you ever tried them before?”

  “NO! I’ve had my share of getting whacked around before, but NO, I have never willingly let myself get chained up! No! Never!”

  “Oh, come on, Lena. What could it hurt? We’re safe with each other, right?”

  A 2000 watt light bulb lit in the Wild Child’s eyes. “Good God! You haven’t actually been tied up yet, have you?”

  “Why no, silly! The Mistress is never tied up. The Mistress does the tying up, didn’t you know that?”

  “Oh God. More contractions! Come back to me, Lenore!”

  “Yes, dear, ‘The Mistress’ does the tying up, but don’t you think it might be good to know how it feels first before you do it to someone else?”

  “That’s why I want you to do it to me, Wild Child! I want to have some naughty FUN! PLEEEEZE?”

  Lena shook her head slowly, attempting to wake herself from the dream. Rory must have slipped the poor woman LSD. Lena’s leather-wearing, contraction-dropping, BDSM-curious roomie mystified her.

  When in Rome…

  “Well… Okee dokee, then, Lenore. We might as well get started.” Lena clapped her hands together in seven dwarfs style, preparing for her night’s labor. “First things first, Freaky Baby. Why don’t we go on into the bathroom and wash up a little bit. We have no idea about what’s going to happen, we should at least freshen up a little bit before we get… well… 'freaky’.”

  “Good idea! Come with me, Wild Child!”

  Lenore grabbed Lena’s hand and rushed the duo into the bathroom whereupon she proceeded to tear Lena’s T-Shirt from her body. Lena slapped away Lenore’s hands before the supermodel could get freaky with her jeans.

  “WHOA, Lenore! What the Hell…?”

  “Ooops. Sorry, Lena. I just got a little excited. I saw Rory do this to one of the girls at the estate and it seemed so sexy!”

  “Sexy, huh? Well just remember, Lenore… I may be loaded but these things don’t grow on trees. They’re my signature line and I like them to last, okay? I can take care of getting myself out of my clothes tonight, Freaky. You take care of yourself.”

  Lena stepped back from the hyper-sexualized, salivating supermodel, slowly wriggling out of her jeans as Lenore ogled Lena’s jello-jiggly chest.

  “Oh… Wild Child… I don’t think I can make it through this shower without…” Lenore approached menacingly, hands at pussy level, mouth ready to latch.

  Lena stepped back and batted away Lenore’s incoming grope. “STOP IT, Lenore! Shower, remember? Shower, then nookie!”

  The pout came out. “Ohhh… Leeeena…”

  “STOP IT, you sex-crazed zombie! Get your damned shower!”

  “Yes, Lena,” Lenore moped.

  Lenore pouted her way into the shower stall and awaited the Wild Child’s arrival. Soon, Lena joined her hyper-horny honey and fired up the steam. Miraculously, as the two women soaped and washed and groped and cleansed, Lena held Lenore’s amorous advances at bay. A dozen hand-slaps later, they emerged, having steered clear of soaking their hair, ready to get busy with the weirdness at hand.

  The freaky supermodel grabbed Lena by the wrist and yanked her toward the bed, causing Lena to stumble and fall forward into Lenore’s arms.

>   “YO, Freaky! Take it easy! I do break, you know.”

  “I’m sorry, Lena! I just can’t wait to get into bed! Please! Quickly!”

  Lenore jumped into the middle of the bed and spread herself out into a naked, human-sized, “Fuck me, baby,” X. “I’m ready, Wild Child! Put them on me! Quickly!”

  Lena slowed the pace of Lenore’s frenzy, taking her time fastening the cuffs to each of Lenore’s wrists and ankles. She then dropped the canvas bag to the bed and pulled out chains and ratchets. It took her almost twenty minutes to untangle the jangled mess, figuring out which end went where and just how the whole, sadistic machine worked. Lenore pestered Lena impatiently throughout.

  “Hurry, Lena! I want to see how it feels!”

  “Cool your jets, Freaky! Enjoy your freedom while you still have it!”

  After several fits and starts, Lena concluded that the rubber coated chain ends with hooks were designed to wrap around each post of the bed and the carabineer clips at the other end were perfect for hooking to the manacles. Lena finished construction of the ad-hoc rack and stepped back to take in the results. The result horrified her.

  “Dear God. I can’t do this.”

  Lenore lay in the middle of the bed, arms and legs splayed, chains still slackened, but with Lenore fully at Lena’s mercy. The thought entered Lena’s mind that it was a cross between excitingly kinky and dangerously sick. She envisioned herself in the manacles and chains, submitting herself trustingly with Lenore’s hand on the ratchets, giving her lover an unfettered license to thrill. Lena shuddered to think that an untrustworthy soul could brutally rape a woman in such captivity.

  “Uhh… Lenore… I can’t do this, baby. I can't do this to you.”

  “Sure you can, Lena!” Lenore replied cheerfully. “It’s easy! You just stretch my arms and legs out and then you start playing with me!”

  “Play. Right. Try ‘mangle,’ ‘dismember,’ and ‘maim’.”

  “I’m not sure I can do this to you, Lenore. I mean… What if I hurt you? I don’t ever want to hurt you. I love you, Freaky.”

  “Stop being such a baby, Lena! You will not hurt me! I trust you! I just want to feel it a little. I will stop you if it starts to hurt too much.”

  “Promise me, Lenore. Promise me you’ll stop me if it starts to hurt.”

  “Do not worry, Lena. I will not let you hurt me. I promise.”

  “Okay, at least I got something more than a contraction this time. Maybe my Freaky Baby is still alive inside ‘The Mistress’.”

  “Alright, Lenore. I’m going to do this, but you better tell me to stop if it hurts or I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

  Lenore giggled. “Go ahead! Tighten the chains.”

  Lena ratcheted one click on each chain. Lenore felt nothing.

  “Keep going. I am okay.”

  Another click on each chain. Nothing.

  “I am not certain what this is supposed to feel like, but I feel nothing so far. Keep going. Try two clicks.”

  Staring longingly at Lenore’s delectable pussy, Lena’s licked her lips. Lenore’s sensuous mouth… If Lena wanted to…

  “STOP IT, dipshit! You can’t do the Mistress thing with this woman!”

  Lena ratcheted each chain twice, watching each limb go taught, but not painfully so.

  “Ohhhh… I feel that. I definitely feel that. It feels so… Ohhhh… Lena… It feels so… So GOOD!”

  Lenore looked up at Lena and locked eyes. She scanned down to a familiar, sole-ownership snatch and caught a glimpse of dew on the ratchet-girl’s lips. Looking back into Lena’s eyes, Lenore slipped on the mossy slope of the Mistress's abyss.

  “Again, Lena. One… more… click.” Lenore licked her lips.

  Lena obeyed. Lenore moaned, pressing her head backward into the pillow. Pain built in her joints, the tugging of each cuff sending early warning of potential injury to her brain. Panting, Lenore lifted her head and stared into Lena’s eyes. Lena could tell Lenore was in trouble. Sweat beaded on Lenore’s chest and forehead. Lenore smiled. She puckered and blew a kiss.

  “Again. One click each, dear.”

  “Lenore… I don’t think…”

  “Again, Lena. One click each.”

  “Lenore… Are you sure?”

  A hint of The Mistress escaped Lenore’s lips. “Lena… Obey me. One click each. NOW.”

  Rampaging titillation struck at the Wild Child. She enjoyed being told what to do. She felt aroused by Lenore’s demand, submitting to The Wannabe Mistress’s strength of will. She ratcheted each chain. One more click all the way around.

  Lenore moaned, tugging on the chains as her limbs absorbed her body’s weight. The warning agony of her limbs pulling from their sockets swept across her body. Lenore’s mind wanted release. Her libido wanted more.

  Lenore’s body glistened. Gazing upon her captive’s scorchingly tortured body, Lena’s pussy twitched. Lenore's bondage dropped an erotic bomb on the the Wild Child’s sex drive.

  “Oh my God… She looks so frigging hot… Holy shit…”

  Lenore panted through the peaks and valleys of pain. Her jutting chest and suckable nipples cried out to Lena’s tongue. The freaky roommate’s yoked and stoked sexuality dazzled the stand-in disciplinarian.

  Lena quashed the urge to stare and forced herself to focus on Lenore’s misery. “Freaky… You okay? You look like you’re in a lot of pain, baby. You want me to loosen these things a little?”

  “NO! Don’t you DARE! Don’t you dare loosen them! This is as The Mistress wants it! I love this!”

  “Oh boy… ‘The Mistress’ again? Freaky’s in trouble.”

  Lena quietly reached out to release the ratchet on Lenore’s left leg. Lenore caught the move.

  “NO! DON’T YOU DARE LOOSEN THESE CHAINS, LENA! I love this! I want more!”

  “But Lenore! You look like you’re in pain!”

  “I AM in pain! I LOVE THIS PAIN! This is…”

  Lenore dropped her head back to the pillow and wallowed in her torment. She smiled, her eyes closed, her head rolling back and forth, the only part of her body over which she still had control.

  “…This is as it should be.”

  “Huh? ‘This is as it should be’? Where the hell is THIS coming from?”

  The freaky supermodel lay sprawled across the bed, immobilized, sweating pouring forth and in clear distress, nevertheless claiming she enjoyed having her limbs yanked free of her beautiful bod. Lena stared at Lenore, uncertain how to proceed.

  “Do it again, Lena. I want the chains made tighter.”

  “No, Lenore! You’re in pain, dammit! I mean… You look totally freaky and sweaty… And all I can think about right now…” Lena felt electric arousal run from her nose to her toes. She wanted to accost Lenore. “NO! I can’t hurt you any more! I’ve already done too much!”

  Lifting her head from the pillow, salty brine dripping from her forehead, Lenore glared at Lena and shouted. “Again, Lena! Don’t make me ask you again, bitch!”

  Against her instincts, responding to the urgency of Lenore’s directive, succumbing to the Mistress’s prowess, Lena went around the bed and ratcheted each chain. One… more... click.

  Lenore screamed in agony, tears filling her eyes. “Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhh… Oh God!”

  Lena cried. “Lenore! I have to stop! I can’t do this to you! I have to let you go!”

  The Mistress in the making exploded. “Lena Sardi! If you release these chains i will put them on you! Do you understand me? Do not release these fucking chains!”

  “But Lenore…! You’re in so much pain!”

  “I love this! I was meant to feel this! This is what I must feel! Do not release these chains!”

  Lenore’s head thrashed as a jolt of searing pain raced from her hip, up her spine, and into her brain. Lena panicked.

  “LENORE!”

  “NO! I am fine! I must feel this!”

  Lenore shoved and crammed The Mistress back into the dark shadows of he
r heart just long enough to acknowledge Lena’s concern. “Lena… My beautiful Wild Child... I am fine. Really. I am fine. You are not hurting me. Make love to me. Please make love to me and I will be fine. If you leave me like this without making love to me I will explode! I need you, Lena! Make love to me!”

  “How, Lenore! What do you want me to do? Where do I start? I have no idea what to do with you.”

  “Lick me! Lick my feet! Worship my feet!”

  “You want me to…? Oh boy… You want me to ‘worship' your feet, Lenore?”

  “Yes! The way you make love to me when you get really wild! Start with my feet. Suck my toes. Lick the soles of my feet! Just love me, Lena! Make love to me! I want to feel what it is like when you make love to me when I am your captive.”

  “Well alrighty, then. ‘Alice, I have this nice little bottle of freaky shit I’d like you to drink...’”

  Lena bent down to Lenore’s left foot and licked the sole. Lenore moaned. Lena roused.

  Lena sucked Lenore’s toes, licking and drawing them into her mouth one by one. Lenore gasped and moaned. Lena got wetter.

  Lena ran her tongue between Lenore’s freshly showered toes, licking around her arch, her instep, and back to the sole of her foot. Lenore gasped, moaned, and whimpered. Lena snuck a finger into her pussy and fucked herself.

  “Oh my God… Lena… Oh my God… That feels so... Indescribable. I don’t feel my pain and… Oh God… The pleasure feels so intense! Oh God...”

  “Okay, Lenore… What next?”

  “The other foot! Do the same thing to my other foot!”

  The Wild Child moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the same treatment on Lenore’s right foot. Lenore responded with more sounds of ecstasy. Lena pumped herself furiously.

  “Lena! The chain on my right arm has loosened! Tighten it! NOW! Please!”

  Lena jumped at Lenore’s command and ratcheted the chain as requested, resulting in a cry of pain from her Freaky Baby. Numbed to the sound of Lenore’s plaintive wail, Lena sought further direction from the emerging Mistress.