Hi all,
This is the last part of "The Tangled Maiden". Thank you for everyone who followed along, and especially those who left comments on this thread. It was a wonderful world to explore and quite a journey for Bree. I hope you will all enjoy this last installment.
tickletied84 wrote: ↑2 years ago
Just another wonderful update - tugging at the emotions with Bree's return to her previous home, and handing over the money to them. It's been a wonderful story to read, and am looking forward to reading more of your stories in the future @Beaumains
Thank you very much! I have still no clue what is next, but I am certain you will be able to find it soon on this site.
Mineira1986 wrote: ↑2 years ago
Oh no, oh no, oh no...
This has been one of my favorite stories on this site and I'm super sad it will reach its end. But it has too. Bree has finally found a place to stay, in the bondage community as you say. That is so satisfying.
So heartbroken to read about Bree's background with Chrystal. Good to know that Bree doesn't forget about the people who was with her before.
Great story, great writing, great... everything. Congratulations!
Thank you very much for your kind words! I means a lot to me that this story is among your favorite stories as there are many fantastic authors here.
Tieup1 wrote: ↑2 years ago
Looks like Bree is nearly at the end of her journey. Her trip back to her past was very emotional, she has come a long way, it has not been easy for her. It's good to see she is feeling more content about herself, and her friends. I enjoyed reading about it.
Thank you! That's very true.
GreyLord wrote: ↑2 years ago
[mention]Beaumains[/mention], you make the winding down of this story seem very natural and believable. Thank you for the effort you have put into this writing.
Thanks man! I am glad you like the way I end this story as this is always hard, especially for an ongoing story where you cannot change to much in the previous chapters.
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My left heel flew into Yuna’s back but produced no reaction, disappointingly. She was too busy tying my elbows together with one hand as the other still hand-gagged me. I renewed my call for attention.
“Stop that!” she hissed, slapping me with the gagging hand on my bottoms.
“Only if you let me go.”
“Why, little ferret?” With two hands gripping the rope, she jerked my elbows together, pulling my shoulder blades back.
“Please?”
Yuna laughed. “Aoife should give you more acting lessons.” She allowed my arms back in a less constrained curve so they would survive longer. Four inches separated my elbows, and without outside help, they were stuck.
“You’re breaking my immersion. Let me go and capture me again,” I plead desperately.
Aoife lowered her head. “I’ll never let you go, little ferret.” A few months ago, Yuna had begun calling me that during our bondage sessions but had never explained the choice. “But if you want to break your immersion…” she whispered before turning away. “If ya had a good wank, don’t forget to share this video with ya friends and fam’ly.”
We giggled. Despite the dreadful Irish accent, Yuna’s impression of Aoife was spot on. Then she forced a thick sponge ball between my jaws, filling my entire mouth. Pulled on my feet, she launched me on the bed. Yuna liked to play rough. I spun and witnessed Yuna in her short black latex dress and black high heels. She looked dangerous, and I was unsurprised she could wrestle dressed like that. On my back, I turned away from my friend, raising my legs, so I could kick her.
“Still not surrendering? Are you unable to determine when a battle is lost? That’s adorable,” Yuna scoffed. She kicked out her heels and climbed onto one side of the bed, crawling forward like a tiger.
I thrust myself back into the pile of pillows such that flanking could not exploit my vulnerabilities. What was I doing? My arms were bound, and I wore a ridiculous Japanese schoolgirl outfit and was gagged. I stood no chance.
The tiger leaped forward, either in for a fight or deeming my defensive position inadequate. I kicked forward. One leg missed, and the other hit a shoulder with enough force to flip her. She landed next to me, behind my sole line of defense.
“That hurt, little ferret,” she groaned. “Where do you want the receipt? This won’t come cheap.”
The ball-gag prevented me from making a snarky reply, so I pretended to yawn.
“You bored?”
I nodded.
“Let’s change that.” Her long fingers fumbled the white shirt out of the blue skirt and drew it up. Nails scraped my sides. This was typically Yuna: Either tie me such that I could not move a muscle or let me squirm uncontrollably. Her fingers rapidly tapped as if she played the piano, and I produced the high-pitched squeaks. Her way of seizing me and torturing me felt like a hug. But apart from the warmth, the evilness and wickedness were apparent. I was her toy and had to dance, and my legs sailed through the air and banged into the mattress.
The torture lasted long, long enough for me to visit every phase: Confidence, fear, despair, hope, misery, desperation, and finally relief. Yuna never punished me for real, that is, to hurt me, and soon, the tickling was over. It had been a symphony of emotions. As I had opened up, I had bathed in them, nourishing me with her latest composition.
“Enough of that. Time for the real work,” Yuna threatened with a smile before striding to her suitcase. We were gone for only one night, so it was stacked with bondage supplies. She carried a black metal stick with shackles at its ends. “I suppose you know what this is?”
“A spreader bar?” I thought but refuted it as it was only two feet long.
Yuna smiled deviously. “Almost, spoiler, it’s an invention of Cecilia, and Aoife tested it earlier this week.”
I sighed. This spreader bar was extraordinary. My engineer hosts had been devious, envisioning yet another tool the devil would envy. Yuna returned to the bed and connected the bar’s ends to my ankles, matching the blue knee-high socks. I was too tired to fight back.
“Remember, don’t move your legs apart too far,” she instructed. Although Aoife had struggled, it was only now that I grasped the instrument’s perversity. “Else, the consequences are yours, little ferret.”
The bar could expand but not retract, like how a zip tie can only be tightened. If I clicked the bar farther apart, I could never shorten it. “Initially, you had to explore this yourself with tickling, but you earned yourself a slower form of torture. Your decisions don’t ease your life...”
Yuna put earphones in my ears. I could have struggled against her by bobbing my head, but the wrestling hour was over. I had lost the fight a long time ago, and the tickling had worn me out. As she jumped off the bed, I heard a click. The spreader bar had grown. White noise entered my ears, and a scarlet latex hood was draped around my head. It was not a proper hood, as it left the area around my nose, lips, and cheeks free. Thick padding kept me blinder than blind, and three layers of fabric squished against each ear. A padlock sealed it around my neck, blocking my two favorite senses for as long as Yuna wished.
Yuna had abandoned me with my thoughts and the torture device, and although one was my friend now, they would soon rival each other for the title of my worst enemy.
Well, I was not totally alone. Yuna lay down next to me and leaned against my bound body, scrolling mindlessly on her phone. I liked that. Even after many bondage sessions, my mind tricked me when I was solitary. I could trust Yuna with my life, but unrealistic worst-case scenarios became more lifelike and frightening when my thoughts turned hostile. Yuna knew this and would free me when I panicked.
Only, she did not.
Now, she was cruel.
I had extended the bar three times already and began to understand Aoife’s frustrations. Whenever possible, my limbs adjusted. Lying still is hard. My legs had experienced worse angles and always begged to join each other. I had never noticed they pressed outwardly until each movement added another penalty. I had no need to be dominated or corrected by a person; such a simple concept was sufficient to submit me. My willpower had to fight an enemy with no feelings and no sense of time or existence.
I would lose.
Eventually.
Still, as one hand tapped the screen of her phone, Yuna’s other hand entertained itself by squeezing and walking over my thigh. She was not trying to pain, startle or even threaten me. She only demonstrated her power and dominance, and her lack of effort enhanced her grip. She was in charge. Her fingers walked over my belly, between my breasts, and upward. Ever-present, like a fly, I wanted to hit her away.
The steel between my legs gradually extended. Soon, my knees had to straighten to accommodate a larger and larger gap between my feet. The long blue skirt tightened and rolled up my legs, so Yuna undid it. She wanted me to stretch myself even further. Then she scratched my right, scarless cheek, savoring the power I had entrusted to her.
She unbuttoned the white shirt, showing she had more obscene plans. I disliked this element of bondage, so she was cautious and avoided sexual innuendos. Aoife loved being fucked as clothes were ripped from her body, but I was more self-conscious, virtuous, and less feral. A tender hand placed itself on my stomach, entering my soul through my breath. The serene quietness stood in sharp contrast to my burning legs. I had to withstand the pain, and Yuna showed no grace or pity, watching my spiritual voyage with pleasure and joy.
I could only imagine the scene: A pale girl bound in bright blue underwear and a red hood. I had to envision it. Yuna loved when I sketched our adventures and posted them for my fans to see. With altered appearances, her deeds were seen by thousands. That was our dirty secret.
And then I realized it. I had reached the end of the bar, or at least where Yuna had put the safety pin. My heart rate dropped, and my legs relaxed, not having to tension inwardly anymore. Merci had been granted.
For now.
Yuna had given me false hope, as usual.
She pressed something against me, against my most vulnerable parts, and it buzzed. Yuna wished to vibe me. She introduced me to this experience a few weeks ago. Although it had been embarrassing at first, it felt heavenly and helpless. The plastic pushed against the dark blue undergarment of my costume, and its vibrations were sent to me like a secret code. It opened a deep sensation inside me, and an ancient recipe was prepared, which I yearned for. I demanded the dopamine rush, and my pussy had to comply. I climaxed. Yuna gave it to me without any games.
Yuna let me enjoy it for a few more minutes before untying my feeble, defeated body.
It was over.
Only, I was wrong, again. When my ankles were free and shaved against each other, leather cuffs were locked around them. My aching wrists found themselves linked by a feet-long chain in front of me. Yuna did not lift the hood, only removing the earpads, earphones, and gag.
“That was amazing, little ferret. Thank you. I already dream about tomorrow.”
“To.. tomorrow?” I stumbled. My jaw ached.
“Your payment for the journey here was adequate. I presumed I had to drive you back too.”
“Oh…”
Yuna shoved me away. “Prepare for bed. We got a long day ahead of us. Your toothbrush is on the sink.”
“You keep me all night like this?” I inquired, climbing off the bed.
“Should I shorten the chains?” Yuna threatened. I was unafraid.
“You are an awful human being. I hate you,” I stated. I wiggled through the unfamiliar room and bumped against a chair. I had lied. I did not hate Yuna. I did not hate anyone. She was indeed rotten, heartless, and awful, but many people were horrible in worse ways. Yuna was only like that when I permitted her to be, and my friend otherwise. I brushed my teeth, peed, and returned to the bed, where I cuddled with Yuna before falling asleep.