THE ADVENTURES OF
Shorty & the Cowgirl
by Van © 2002
TESSERACT WORLD HEADQUARTERS
MARGO WELLS' WORKING
Margo leaned back in
clasped her hands behind her head, and put her feet up on her
desk. Her eyes were focused on the huge, hi-resolution screen on
the opposite wall. As usual during business hours, the CEO of
TESSERACT International was dressed for business: silk blouse, jacket
and matching skirt, pantyhose, and hand-made Italian heels, only at the
moment, the shoes were off her
feet, the jacket was draped across the back of her chair, and the
was unbuttoned to the navel. The wealthiest woman in the world
playing hooky, letting her empire run itself for an hour or two.
On screen, Jessie McQuade and Chelsea
Brightman were in the front seat of Jessie's SUV (one of the new fuel
efficient and clean models, with a hybrid power plant), and were on the
Tucson to Copperhead Canyon. The tall, American redhead was
the wheel, and the short, blonde Brit was "riding shotgun". Both
dressed in boots (Jessie's were of the Cowboy variety, Chelsea's were
hiking boots), and both were wearing worn, faded jeans. Jessie
in a Western-style workshirt, Chelsea in a chic, sleeveless top
bought in London. Jessie had a comfortably broken-in Stetson atop
her head and a pair of aviator shades shielding her green eyes.
head was bare, but her big blues were protected by shades of her
In addition, the short pixie had been (as Jessie had put it)
The diminutive blonde's wrists were
crossed in her lap and bound together with plastic cable-ties.
More ties encircled her ankles and her denim-clad legs, just above the
knees. The vehicle's shoulder and lap belt completed the picture
(snugly secured over her arms and wrists, with a final,
redundant tie encircling the lap belt and wrist bonds).
Just then, there was melodious chime
(the tone alerting Margo that she was about to receive a visitor
cleared for the current location and circumstances), a door whisked
open, and Elke entered.
"Watching the 'Shorty and the
Cowgirl Show' again, I see," the leotard-clad Health Club Director
said with a slightly disapproving frown. "There's a lot of that
Margo grinned. Edited feeds of
the youngsters' escapades had become popular viewing among her
Inner Circle of late. "I'm going to have to ask Eve to give the
girls a little
privacy... myself excluded, of course. The Sisters can work out
voyeuristic tendencies by watching each other for a
CEO's grin became a wistful smile as she took her eyes from the screen
gazed at her blonde, well-muscled friend and confidant. "Were we
ever that green? Was The Game ever that fresh and
Elke laughed. "What's the
matter, Old Crone? Not getting your usual kick
of being the Spider Queen in her global web, controlling all
sees and hears?" Quick as lightning, Elke's right hand shot out
and pinned Margo's wrists to the chairback behind her head, and her
hand darted under Margo's open blouse and gently squeezed the "Spider
left breast. Elke leaned close and whispered in her employer (and
momentary prisoner's) left ear. "If it's something 'fresh and
you want, maybe I should schedule you for a few extra workouts?
VR? ...in the Dungeon Gym? Charlie's designed a
version of the torso-twist machine that's so diabolical she
made me promise never to use it... on her, anyway."
Margo turned her head and kissed
Elke's lips. "Whatever you think is best," she purred. "You
are my trainer, after all."
Elke laughed and released her
holds. "So," she said, nodding at the screen, "what's new with
Margo smiled. "They're on their
way to Copperhead Canyon." She leaned forward and tapped several
keys. "Here's part of an earlier conversation that's interesting."
The screen flashed. The image
was virtually unchanged, but the time readout in the corner indicated
this was a replay from about an hour in the past.
"I said I was sorry," Chelsea
was saying, a coy pout on her pixie face, "but you never should have
tried to just keep me like that, all day and all night.
It wasn't fair. It was selfish."
Jessie laughed. "Okay, but next
time douche me after using me as an ice cream bowl, okay?
That was gross! You're just lucky I don't have a yeast
infection..." She reached out and playfully rapped her
prisoner's blonde head. "...knock on wood."
"Very funny," Chelsea groused, "but
why is it lucky for me that you don't have a yeast
infection? I don't care if you grow mushrooms down there."
Jessie laughed again. "If I was
growing a crop 'down there,' you'd have to wait 'til after the harvest
before you could do any more 'spelunking', as you put it."
Chelsea smiled (a twinkle in her baby
blue eyes even the shades couldn't hide.) "There is that," she
admitted with a theatrical sigh. "Still... we have to work out
(Margo grinned at Elke and nodded
towards the screen.)
"How 'bout this," Jessie
suggested. "Tucson is neutral territory. We'll share the
damsel and the villainess chores half-and-half."
"Why do I feel a 'but' coming on?"
"But..." Jessie laughed, then
composed herself and continued. "...Copperhead Canyon is my
family home, my turf... and while we're there, I'm in charge."
"Oooh," Chelsea cooed, pulling
on her bonds in theatrical (if real) helplessness, "such a butch
and macho Cowgirl! How can a delicate, helpless, English
Rose such as myself do naught but submit to your rough, raw, brutish,
Both girls laughed. "Flirt!"
Jessie accused, shaking her head.
"It's a deal, Cowgirl," Chelsea
continued, "but... if we ever get to my family home... I'll
one in charge, and Brightman Hall has real dungeons and torture
you might recall."
Jessie smiled (as did Margo and
Elke. Chelsea didn't know about the Copperhead Canyon Mine, and its
dungeons and torture chambers). "Deal... but wherever we're
whoever's 'in charge', if a damsel escapes... the tables turn."
"Agreed!" Chelsea answered, playfully
tugging on her bonds, fluttering her fingers, and batting her big blue
eyes. "We can shake on it whenever you get around to releasing
Jessie laughed. "Flirt!"
Margo tapped another key, the screen
flashed, and the camera feed from the SUV returned to real time.
The trip was continuing, with Shorty still bound and Cowgirl still
"Such bright and sensible
youngsters," Elke said with a coy smile.
Margo laughed. "That remains to
Elke nodded towards the screen.
"Uh... what's the status of things at Copperhead?"
"You mean the AI, or the
"Both," Elke answered.
"The 6900 nexus in the secure chamber
in the Mine has been fully integrated and operational for several
Margo said. "I'm waiting for a suitable opportunity to broach the
subject with Jessie. She still needs to approve the parameters of
the interface agent/avatar. For now, the Copperhead, the
the Tucson subsystems are in standard mode. The security system
to the TESSERACT network. A copy of Eve will intervene if an
"And the ethical firewalls we
discussed are in place?" Elke demanded.
"Yes, my conscience," Margo sighed, a
smile on her face. "Jessie's systems and the Seattle
I'm lending her are operating in her best interests, not mine."
"Which is why you're being allowed to spy
on her?" Elke asked, with a coy smile.
Margo laughed, then grew
serious. "I reserve the right to 'spy'. I feel responsible
for her... in
light of everything that happened... in light of the situation with her
"And if you get to watch two
attractive, randy youngsters swap bodily fluids in the process of executing
said responsibility... so much the better?"
"You make me sound like a dirty old
woman," Margo objected. "They're both adults."
Elke smiled. "What's the status
of the Institute, Dirty Old Woman?"
Margo's smile returned. "Teri
Fournelle's done a bang-up job. The conservation lab in the Lodge
hasn't opened yet, but she's already started endowing graduate and
post-doc projects. The undergraduate scholarship program will
come online this Fall."
"She still lives at Copperhead?"
"That's the Institute's
headquarters," Margo answered, nodding, "although the professional
staff she's hiring to do the grant and scholarship administration are
all at Tucson, Boulder, and the other affiliated schools."
"And her escapology lessons?"
Margo smiled, coyly. "Let's just
say Delores is earning her pay and leave it at that, shall we?"
On screen, Jessie was pulling off the
road. The map beside the main video window gave their location as
less than a half mile from the Main Gate of Copperhead Canyon
Lodge. The redhead produced a pocket knife with a wicked,
saw-tooth, drop point blade, leaned over, and began severing Chelsea's
cable-tie bonds, one-by-one.
"I assume Teri and Delores are
waiting at the front door for the 'Mistress of Copperhead Canyon Lodge'
her Grand Entrance?" Elke purred.
"There's the rub... so to speak,"
Margo responded. "Jessie called ahead and made some arrangements.
Delores knows she's coming... but Dr. Fournelle doesn't."
tapped a few keys and a new window opened, a security
cam feed from inside Copperhead Lodge showing Teri and Delores' current
location... and activity.
Margo and Elke locked eyes and
grinned. "This should be
interesting," Elke purred.
COPPERHEAD CANYON LODGE
Teri pulled on her
Delores had tied them behind her back, palm-to-palm, and had used thin
cord, a lot of thin cord. It was some sort of colorful
synthetic, a braided green sheath around a twisted core. Stiff
stuff, but it
held a knot. The Director of the Copperhead Canyon Archeological
Institute suspected it was some of Jessie's old climbing ropes.
Teri sighed. The final knot was tied high on her wrists.
The wide, tight bands
prevented her from twisting her wrists to any significant degree, and
knew she'd never be able to reach the knot.
They were in the Lodge exercise room,
Teri in one of her unitards, her long, brown, curly hair pinned up,
and Delores in her maid's uniform, with her glossy black locks falling
back in a loose French braid. Teri's wrists, ankles and knees
were already bound, and her Latina captor and "trainer" was pulling more
from her canvas "duffle bag of tricks".
"I tie your arms, no?" Delores
suggested. "Then you escape for me."
Teri sighed, squirming in her bonds,
carefully controlling her breathing (and the thrill she
always felt whenever Delores gave one of her "Escapology
Lessons"). "There's always a first time," she sighed.
Delores laughed, a knowing smile on
her angelic face. "Yes... either I am very good, or you are so
very bad. Perhaps I should go easier on my pretty, smart, estudent."
Teri smiled. "Then I'll never
learn... will I? ...if you go easy on me?"
Delores laughed again. "As
always, the good Doctor is very logical."
"Doesn't sound logical to me,"
a voice announced from the open doorway.
"Little Fox!" Delores exclaimed, and
raced to embrace her friend, employer (and past fellow prisoner
of Victoria, the former Mistress of Copperhead Canyon
Lodge). "You are back!"
"Ah, Preciosa," Jessie
sighed, returning the maid's hug with gusto.
Meanwhile, her face bright
crimson, Teri stared at the short blonde beside Jessie. The tan
(incredibly cute) stranger smiled sweetly. Oh God! the
mortified prisoner thought, her heart hammering in her chest,
desperately squirming in her inescapable bonds. Oh God!
"Ahem," the stranger coughed,
shifting her amused gaze from Teri to Jessie and Delores.
Jessie broke the embrace but kept one
arm around the smiling maid. "Delores, this is Chelsea Brightman,
now my roommate in Tucson, and soon to be my fellow student."
said quietly, curtseying respectfully.
Chelsea took Delores hand and gave it
a gentle shake. "Con mucho gusto. Jessie has told me
you are her good friend. I hope we can be friends as well."
Delores smiled and embraced
Chelsea. Over the short Brit's shoulder, the taller Mexican maid
grinned at her employer and silently mouthed "Very cute!"
Jessie (blushing slightly) directed
Delores and Chelsea to the other (furiously blushing) occupant
the room. "Dr. Fournelle, this is Chelsea. Chelsea, Dr.
Fournelle, Director of the Copperhead Institute."
"Pleased to meet you, Doctor,"
Chelsea said, a dimpled grin on her pixie face.
"Uh... pleased to meet you,
Chelsea." The highly embarrassed archeologist looked to Jessie,
then Delores. "Delores?" she hissed, half turning and
twisting her wrists.
"Yes, Doctor?" the maid inquired
sweetly. "Oh! How silly of me! I am neglecting my
duties!" She turned to Jessie. "I shall unload your
vehicle, no? And which room would you like me to prepare for Señorita
"Chelsea, please," the grinning
blonde said (her eyes never leaving the captive Teri). "Call me
"As you wish, Señorita
Chelsea," the maid answered (her laughing brown eyes also on
the hapless, helpless captive).
"I'll help you with the bags," Jessie
said (also smiling at the blushing Director of her
Institute.) "We can catch up while we unpack."
"Oh... wait!" Teri exclaimed
as Jessie and Delores turned to leave. "Untie me!"
"Why should we interrupt your
lesson?" Jessie asked, a sweet, ever-so-slightly gloating smile
freckled face. "Chelsea dear?"
"Yes, Cowgirl?" the grinning Brit
"Dr. Fournelle is trying to learn how
to escape from ropes."
"The ancient art of 'Escapology'."
"The very same," Jessie
answered. "Be a dear and help her with her exercise, would
you? I'll give
you a tour of the Lodge and Canyon after Delores and I finish the
Chelsea locked eyes with the still
blushing Teri. "It would be my pleasure."
Delores giggled and Jessie smiled as
they turned and left. "I bet," the grinning redhead muttered.
The exercise room door
closed... and Jessie and Delores were gone. Teri swallowed
nervously and turned her head. Chelsea had just finished pulling
the last of the long rope Delores had been extracting from the
duffle. Now the short,
blonde, incredibly cute Brit was coiling the rope.
Teri swallowed again. It was more of the used climbing rope, but
it was magenta, and was thicker than the green rope binding her wrists,
knees, and ankles, and there was a lot of it.
"You d-don't have to do this," Teri
stammered. Chelsea smiled sweetly (and Teri felt a thrill
pass through her loins.) God she's cute, the helpless
scientist thought. Jess is lucky.
"I don't mind," Chelsea said, knelt
behind the blushing prisoner, and set to work. "'Escapology' is
fun." She pulled one end of the rope under Teri's left armpit
from behind, up and behind the prisoner's neck, under her right armpit
from in front, then tied a non-compacting hitch between Teri's
shoulderblades. The short free end of the hitch was looped under
the neck rope, pulled down, and another knot was tied. Now the
shoulder-yoking loop was a tight
shoulder-yoking figure eight, with all the rest of the long coil of
as a free end. "Don't you think it's fun, Doctor?"
asked as she began dropping coils of rope over the captive's head and
around her arms, first above, then below her breasts.
"It... it's fun, I guess," Teri
admitted, "but it's a valuable skill... uh... in case... uh..."
Chelsea cinched the breast ropes by
taking hitches between Teri's arms and torso, looping the prisoner's
elbows and adding them to the pattern. Her captive gasped a few
times when her elbows were pulled closer together, and again when
Chelsea went back over her work, removing the slack, but she didn't
complain. Unseen, behind her prisoner's back, Chelsea felt her
smile turn slightly... feral. It was fun indeed binding a
woman ten years her senior... especially one as beautiful and shapely
as The Doctor.
Teri gasped again as more rope went
around her waist, pinned her forearms to her side, and was cinched
tight . She knew Jessie didn't like talking about her
experiences as Victoria's ward (and prisoner), and they had all agreed
to be under an informal "gag-order" about the kidnapping and rescue of
Charlie and herself
and the disposition of Victoria and her accomplice. Almost
Jessie's new roommate (and playmate?) knew little or nothing about any
of it. I'll have to ask Jess what we can and can't talk
about with her new friend.
The new friend in question eased Teri
down onto the mat and rolled her so she was lying on her back and now
thoroughly bound arms. The prisoner watched as her captor
rummaged in the duffle for more rope. Chelsea found a relatively
short length of thick, bright yellow rope, smiled, and shuffled on her
knees until she was beside her prisoner. Teri watched nervously
the grinning pixie began tying a series of figure-eight knots in the
all grouped closely together.
"I really like your unitard," Chelsea
purred as she tied one end of the rope to the magenta band encircling
Teri's narrow waist, directly over her navel. "What brand is it?"
"Uh... Gaiam," Teri answered, then
eyes popped wide when Chelsea thrust her hand between her inner
and snugged the knotted rope against her cotton-clad sex.
"Chelsea!" she yelped. "There's no need to—"
"Oh, but there is," the
grinning blonde interrupted, then rolled Teri onto her side, pulled the
rope through her crotch completely, took a turn between the captive's
and gave it a savage jerk. "You see, the ropes are
up above, around your shoulders..." She looked to Teri's front
adjusted the crotch rope, making sure it had parted Teri's labia and
knots were nestled in the intimate fold. "...so it needs to be
down below." The slack was removed behind and the
rope tied off to the rope bands pinning Teri's forearms, well away from
her wrists, and even further away from her groping, fluttering
"Otherwise you might be able to shift the ropes as you
She rolled Teri back onto her arms and back, then hauled the bound
archeologist onto her lap, until her head and shoulders were
Teri gazed up at her young, beautiful
captor... then gasped when the diminutive Brit's tan, petite left hand
began caressing her left breast.
"Gaiam, huh?" Chelsea said,
her gentle caresses. "Yes... I really like this one. The
cups are lined, I see... and the panty region as well." Her right
began roaming over Teri's upper back, causing the embarrassed captive
squirm in her bonds. (Chelsea noted that there were no
protestations or demands to be set free emanating from The
"I like the criss-cross strap arrangement in the back, the way it
your shoulderblades and gives you freedom of motion..." She
and playfully tugged on Teri's bonds where they framed her
breasts. "...so to speak. Is there a store near here that
sells them? ...or in Tucson, maybe?"
"W-web site. They have a web
and a catalog."
"Cool," Chelsea said, then leaned
down and kissed Teri's lips. "So... what's your reward if you
Teri twisted in her bonds.
Chelsea grinned. "If you
escape? You have been able to escape now and then...
Writhing in her bonds, her little
captor's hands still gently caressing her breasts, her eyes gazing into
Chelsea's smiling face, Teri slowly shook her head.
"Oh... tsk, tsk, Doctor."
Chelsea reached out and dragged Delores' duffle closer, then started
rummaging through the contents. "Motivation... that's your
From her position in Chelsea's lap,
Teri couldn't see what her captor was doing. "Huh? Motiv—
Chelsea had popped a crumpled, red,
cotton bandana into Teri's mouth and was tying a long, narrow strip of
gray cloth between her lips and behind her neck, winding turn after
turn around her head, pulling the bandage-like cleave gag tighter and
tighter. Teri grunted and complained as Chelsea tied the final
knot over her lips and between her teeth, and tucked the free ends of
the knot out of sight.
Teri watched as Chelsea looked back
into the duffle. "Now what do you suppose this is for?"
she asked, an inquisitive frown on her angelic face. She lifted
her hand and what appeared to be a ball of red yarn came into Teri's
view. "Oh, I know!" The frown turned to a perky
smile as the petite blonde pulled several inches of yarn from the ball
and cut it free with a pair of small scissors from one of the duffle's
many side pockets. She shoved the duffle aside and grinned down
at Teri. "Let me show you."
Teri mewed through her gag as Chelsea
dumped her off her lap and onto her stomach. She felt her captor
looping the yarn around her thumbs, then yelped as the loops were
pulled tight, cinched, and tied off. God, I'll never
get free with my thumbs tied! She was rolled onto her back
and her bound feet hauled onto her captor's lap. Teri looked down
her bound, cotton-clad legs and up at her captor's girlish face as
Chelsea used a second length of
yarn to tie her big toes together.
The final knot tied, Chelsea gave
both captive toes a playful pinch. "There are two Little
Piggies that won't be going to market, will they?" Teri sighed
through her gag as Chelsea began giving her bare feet a gentle
massage. "Now... what were we talking about? Oh yes...
'motivation'." Teri lifted her head and locked eyes with her
about this for motivation, Doctor?" Chelsea continued.
"If you escape before sundown, you can give me an 'Escapology
Lesson'. If you don't escape before sundown, someone will
come in here
and... do things to you..." Teri's eyes popped wide
above her gag. "...naughty, nasty things... things you
want to end... and you won't be able to stop her. Won't that be
fun?" Teri blinked and squirmed in her bonds. Chelsea
smiled sweetly. "Or... you can pretend an evil
villainess is going to return and feed you to her pet
goldfish. When I play I like the first
option... but whatever floats your boat."
Chelsea dumped Teri's feet off her
smiled, and picked up Delores' duffle. "Let's see now..."
perky blonde snapped and zipped closed all the bag's pockets and
compartments, then hefted it on her shoulder by the attached carrying
She then strolled around the exercise room, inspecting its contents: a
treadmill for running, a Stairmaster, an exercise bike, a weight bench,
and racks of weights. "Nothing sharp in here, is there
Doctor?" She turned to smile down at the bound and gagged
brunette. "Nothing particularly rough for you to rub your ropes
against... nothing for you
to try and catch the knots on and pick them apart... nothing I
see anyway." Teri squirmed on the thin mats as Chelsea strolled
the exercise room door. "Feel free to explore on your own, of
course." She turned and smiled brightly as she pulled the door
closed. "It's been a pleasure to meet you, Doctor. Later!"
MARGO WELL'S WORKING OFFICE
Elke grinned and
turned to face
Margo. On the screen behind her, Teri Fournelle was writhing in
her bonds, desperate to free herself from the tight ropes, mewing
through her tight gag, rolling her helpless body over and over on the
Copperhead Canyon exercise room mats. "If Chelsea Brightman ever
visits Seattle, would you please assign me one of your
Margo smiled coyly at her tall,
muscled, amazonian Health Club Director. Margo couldn't
imagine Elke needing a bodyguard to protect her from anyone,
much less tiny, perky little Chelsea. "Sorry, but every Security
employee in Kat's M-cadre will be forming a moving phalanx between
Chelsea, myself, and the nearest pile of rope." Margo tapped a
few keys and the screen display split into two windows, one showing
Teri's continuing lack of progress towards regaining her freedom, the
other following Chelsea's progress through the Lodge as she casually
searched for Jessie and Delores. "Actually, Ms. Brightman is not
the incredibly cute and perky little psycho-libertine Teri almost
certainly thinks she is... at the moment." Margo's grin
turned feral. "Jessie put Chelsea up to it. They arranged
the whole thing during the ride up."
"A practical joke." Elke shook
her head. "We ought to do things like that around here
now and then."
Margo laughed. "Very funny,"
she muttered. On the screen, Chelsea had found her redheaded
roommate and was explaining how Teri's "Escapology Lesson" had gone,
including an account of her attempts to "motivate The Doctor."
Jessie was laughing. Delores was simultaneously giggling and
blushing bright crimson.
The camera zoomed in on Jessie's
freckled face as she turned to Delores and spoke. "I assume
you'll be able
to find the time to get down there and 'motivate The Doctor' around
Delores' blush deepened. "But
the dinner and the other chores, and—"
"Shorty and I can fend for ourselves."
"Is okay?" Delores asked shyly.
"Is an order!" Jessie answered with a
laugh. "I hereby add hauling The Doctor's ashes to your
list of official duties."
"Crude, Cowgirl," Chelsea
All three giggled... then
Jessie seemed to notice something in Delores' expression. "You're
already doing that... aren't you."
"I-I 'haul her ashes', as you order,
Mistress," Delores stammered, blushing bright crimson (and evading
Jessie's direct question), "but now I must prepare lunch, yes?"
"Please," Jessie answered (enjoying
her compadre's embarrassment), then turned to Chelsea.
The short, blonde Brit smiled,
Margo tapped a key and both windows
shrank to a single icon which migrated to the margin of the display,
joining the several dozen other active tasks currently running
on Margo's office system. The tall, grinning brunette then smiled
up at her even taller blonde friend. "I've just had one of my
patented wonderful ideas."
"Oh joy!" Elke muttered, a sardonic
grin on her tan face. "And human progress takes another
giant leap towards Paradise-on-Earth."
Margo smiled but otherwise ignored
Elke's jibe. "Eve?"
"Yes Margo?" the disembodied voice of
the Eve-6900 Artificial Intelligence answered.
"Two tasks. First, please
arrange Lourdes' schedule and free her up for an impending 'Special
"Second, handshake with the Brightman
Hall system and schedule a vidchat for me with Lady Brightman, at her
convenience. Routine priority. Flag it 'Personal'."
"What are you up to?" Elke demanded,
a suspicious smile on her face.
"I'll explain later," Margo answered.
"Margo," Eve announced, "Lourdes will
be returning from a flight in six hours. Factoring in mandatory
crew rest, she will be available for duty in thirty, and I have amended
her flight schedule to place her on hold."
"Excellent," Margo stated.
"Your vidchat with Lady Brightman is
tentatively scheduled for midnight, Seattle time."
"There is one more thing," Eve
"Yes?" Margo answered.
"Kat has requested a moment of
your time. She says she's captured an intruder and would
like your guidance as to how she should proceed."
Margo raised an eyebrow and turned to
Elke. Kat (Katherine Mayfair, her personal bodyguard, Director of
her Special Security Department, sensei, and a senior member of her
Inner Circle) was still supposed to be in the doghouse, serving
the last several days of the sentence Margo had imposed for Kat's
brainwashing of Penny Brightman. Kat was supposed to be bound
twenty four hours a day and in the constant custody of one of her
fellow Inner Circle Sisters. The Red Queen locked eyes
with her Harem Keeper and frowned.
Elke shrugged and offered a single
word in explanation: "Jodi."
Margo's smile returned (slightly) and
she sighed. "Show her in," she ordered.
One of the office suite's doors
opened (one of the secret, camouflaged doors leading to the
'Biosphere') and two females entered.
The first female was dressed in a
skintight catsuit of thin leather, a catsuit designed to showcase its
wearer's feminine charms and lithe, athletic figure. Her hair was
dark brown and long, and swayed around her smug, self-assured face in
elegant, silky sheets. Her eyes were hidden behind mirrored
shades. Her feet were in tall, slender boots with high
heels. Her hands were covered by thin, skintight leather
gloves. Catsuit, boots, and gloves glistened like ebony
mirrors. The catsuited beauty walked
with an exaggerated feline grace, swinging her hips and mincing
The second female (slightly taller
than the first) was dressed in (of all things) a cheerleader's
uniform: skintight V-neck sweater (hemmed short to show off its
wearer's toned abs), pleated miniskirt, white crew socks, and two-tone
sneakers. Her hair was blonde, and cascaded around her head in
loose, brassy curls. A large "T" was emblazoned on the front of
her sweater, and everything was either "TESSERACT Blue", black, or a
combination of the two. In addition, her arms were behind her
back and apparently (almost certainly ) bound, her ankles were
hobbled with black rope, and translucent Dermafoam covered her lips and
lower face. A black rope lead was around her
neck, the other end in the first figure's right hand.
gasped in amazement,
then were instantly, helplessly, doubled over with
laughter. The catsuited figure was Jodi Weber, and the
"captive cheerleader" was Kat Mayfair!
"I was on one of my Ever Vigilant
Patrols..." Jodi announced, removing her shades. Margo and
Elke's mirth doubled. Elke's aerobics instructor sister
was wearing bright, impossibly emerald green contacts,
completing her caricature of her prisoner. "...and I caught this Sweater
Monkey lurking in the Biosphere. What should I do with
her? Should I take her to my trophy room and mount her?
...so to speak? Or should I take her to one of my interrogation
chambers and make her divulge all her secret cheers?"
Still laughing, Margo bounded from
her chair and went to examine the captive "Sweater Monkey." Kat's
hands were indeed bound. In fact, her wrists, hands, and
interlaced fingers were completely encased in stainless steel "mutant
cuffs", a strong, rigid, close-fitting, metal shell pumped
full of gel resin. If Kat found herself in a room full
of lock picks, she still wouldn't be able to free herself (or
untie any of her other bonds).
Margo next examined the prisoner's
face. (She tried to stop laughing, but couldn't help
herself.) Kat was heavily made up: too much
mascara, too much blush, too much eye shadow... and all
the shades used were (ever so slightly) wrong. Also, Kat
was wearing bright, baby
blue contacts, with gold flecks (but how Jodi had managed to
persuade her prisoner to wear them Margo couldn't imagine).
The sullen, long-suffering captive ignored her amused employer's
inspection, her tired, dignified eyes focused on the distant
wall. Margo examined Kat's gag... and guffawed. Chameleon
Dermafoam had been used (the latest from TESSERACT R&D's ongoing
project to develop tape that mimicked the skin tone of its
wearer). As usual, the match was close but far from
perfect; however, someone
(Margo presumed Jodi) had painted big, luscious red lips
over Kat's actual lips.
Margo finally was able to control her
mirth (more or less). "I'm sorry, Katherine," she
whispered. The captive sighed, and continued to ignore her
surroundings. Margo turned to Elke. "This could be a
first," she muttered (struggling to not resume laughing), "the
first Inner Circle prank requiring the perpetrator to be put in the Federal
Jodi smiled brightly. "That
Elke laughed and gave her little
sister a playful (but business-like) thump up the side of her
"Ow!" the catsuited Trickster
Elke smiled at Kat (the real
Kat). "Oh, I think Katherine will be able to keep the
situation... in perspective."
Kat's gaze met Elke's and there was a flash
of amusement in the prisoner's "blue" eyes, then she
resumed staring into the distance.
"So...?" Jodi demanded. "What
should I do with her?"
"What are Harem Keeper's orders?"
"Turn her over to Lourdes when she
returns from Brazil," Jodi answered.
"Argentina," Margo and Elke said
simultaneously, giving Lourdes' correct itinerary.
"Whatever," Jodi said, gazing
at her prisoner.
Margo laughed and gave Jodi a
kiss. "Full marks, Trickster," she purred. "Just
make sure she
doesn't escape before Lourdes signs for her."
Jodi spun on her booted heel and gave
her captive Sweater Monkey's leash a tug. "I'll be sulking in the
Katacombs," she announced (her voice pitched unusually low, imitating
husky alto), "in my broody, feline way, idly toying with my helpless
Come, Sweater Monkey. You have an appointment with a TIKLER wand."
Kat sighed as she was led away.
Margo and Elke waited (politely) until the door closed... then doubled
over with laughter.
Jessie flipped the
steaks one last time, then picked up a knife and made a small
exploratory cut in the one she had earmarked for herself. The
interior of the thick sirloin was just cooked through, still
juicy, and with a hint of pink. She moved them off the
fire and to the edge of the huge grill, where they'd stay warm.
The salad was ready, as were the roasted corn, squash, chilies, and
diced potatoes. The freshly baked bread was waiting under wraps
atop a heated stone, and the wine had had enough time to breath.
Everything was timing out perfectly. So why am I so nervous?
the tall redhead wondered as she untied her apron and hung it from a
convenient peg on one of the timbers supporting the barbecue area's
pergola. A simple Mexican peasant blouse, designer jeans, and
bare feet now her costume, Jessie turned towards the pool to summon her
guest... and her intended shout caught in her throat.
The late afternoon/early evening sun
was bathing the sandstone of the upper cliffs of the canyon. As
always, this time of day and year, shafts of indirect light bounced
through every fold of the rocks, banishing all (or almost all)
of the dark shadows that would swallow the entire canyon in a few
hours. Rippling reflections from the natural pool and waterfall
danced on the rough underside of the tawny rock face, and in the pool
Naked as the day she was born,
Chelsea was standing under the waterfall, her tan back, dimpled rump,
and shapely legs towards her admirer. A thrill passed through
Jessie's loins. That's why I'm nervous, she
streamed down Chelsea's body as she gazed up at the cliff... and
laughed! Hanging baskets of flowering plants with large,
feeders were artfully suspended beside the cascading waters, over
head, and a dozen or more hummingbirds were buzzing around,
and feeding, squabbling, twittering, and fanning their tails in
then swooping close and feeding again. Tanking up before sunset,
Chelsea turned, found her friend and
lover watching, and pointed up at the busy cloud of tiny, buzzing,
iridescent wonders, a dimpled grin on her wet, pixie face.
Jessie smiled back (the thrill
coursing through her again.) She's so beautiful, the
freckled redhead mused, then gestured for the object of her affection
Chelsea gracefully dove into the
pool, swam towards Jessie, then pulled herself from the water.
Toweling dry as she came, the diminutive blonde pattered over.
"They're wonderful!" she gushed, "so tiny and
full of life!"
Jessie's smile broadened. "Just
like you, Shorty."
Chelsea laughed, then tossed her
towel over a chair and sauntered towards her hostess, a coy grin on her
tan, pixie face. "Why Cowgirl," she purred, "you think I'm beautiful?" She went up on her toes
and kissed Jessie's lips.
Jessie hugged her close and returned
the kiss with gusto. "Well... tiny, anyway. Quit
fishin' fer compliments."
"I think you're beautiful,"
Chelsea whispered, a girlish pout on her angelic face.
Jessie felt her cheeks color, and
gave her lover a slap on her naked rump. "Flirt!" the
blushing redhead mumbled. "Shut up and eat."
Chelsea smiled and gave Jessie a
final peck, then broke their embrace. "I'd argue, if I wasn't
starving, and everything didn't smell so good." She
over to the side table where she had tossed her borrowed robe (light
predominantly blue, but also a dozen other bright colors, woven in a
Indian Blanket pattern). She lifted the robe and began donning
then gasped when she saw what had been hidden underneath.
Lying on the table was a set of
chains: collar, manacles, shackles, and belt, all joined (in some
manner) by a jumble of heavy links, all in stainless steel, all edges
filed smooth, all surfaces oiled, burnished, and gleaming.
Her robe hanging open, Chelsea stood
beside the table, running her small, tan hands over the cool, steel
objects... then flinched when she realized Jessie was standing
close behind her. "I was wondering when you'd start... uh...
'in charge'," Chelsea whispered.
Jessie embraced her short companion
from behind, resting her cheek on Chelsea's damp, blonde mop.
"Everything's munchkin size, so it'll all fit you close and
tight. The manacles are attached to the back of the collar, the
shackles to the front, and the shackle chain passes through that ring
in the belt ... and the chains are all short, so you can only walk in
an awkward crouch. It's not quite a frog march, but it's
challenging enough... especially on the stairs." She
hugged Chelsea tight, savoring the smell of clean, damp skin and hair.
Chelsea swallowed nervously.
(Jessie could feel her petite friend's pulse pounding.)
The short blonde squirmed in her lover's embrace as she shrugged the
robe off her tan, freckled shoulders. "I assume you want me to—"
"None of that!" Jessie interrupted,
tightening her embrace, her voice a husky murmur. Keeping
Chelsea's arms and body pinned with her left arm, she pulled aside the
folds of the robe and fully exposed her short friend's small, round
breasts. She then toyed with the pert, increasingly erect
nipples, causing Chelsea to shudder and bite her lower lip. "If I
chain you up before we
eat, I'll have to cut up your steak for you... and that's too much like
Chelsea squirmed and giggled.
"You're a big meany, Cowgirl," she accused, her voice a girlish
whisper. She shuddered again when Jessie ever so lightly
squeezed her left breast. "...a meany."
Jessie laughed (evilly) and hugged
Chelsea even closer. "I have a trip planned for tomorrow.
We're going up into the mountains and spend the night. It's a bit
of a hike, so you'll need your rest." She released her hold, spun
Chelsea around, and kissed her lips. The robe fell to the stone
flags, unnoticed, and Chelsea returned the kiss with enthusiasm.
Finally, their lips parted, and Jessie gazed down into Chelsea's
shining blue eyes. "I'll chain you after dessert. If you're
a good girl, you'll sleep in my bed... but if you're bad...
"Oh... I'll be good," Chelsea
promised, a coy smile on her face as her hands slowly, lightly slid
over Jessie's denim-clad rump and loins.
Jessie shuddered, laughed, and
stepped away. "C'mon," she mumbled. "The food's gettin'
cold." She looked back to find Chelsea still at the side table,
the robe a crumpled pool of brightly dyed cotton at her bare feet, her
gaze and one hand resting on the steel links and bands waiting to be
tight around her naked limbs and body. (The thrill
through Jessie, again, and she sighed. So beautiful!)
cryin' out loud, get
dressed. Ain't ya got no cooth?"
|| of Shorty &
the Cowgirl—Chapter 2