Daphnes Escapology Class Pt 03

In this week's episode: Fred's desire for gruesome clickbait for their podcast nearly gets everyone killed, Velma takes Daphne to new places. This will be the last in the series for the moment. We'll probably come back to the gang with a refreshed format that focuses more on their hijinks.

Cold Open:

"I'm really going to die here." Velma had very little doubt. She was lying face up on a massive ebony dining table, her arms and hands encased in thick tape behind her back, and secured to her waist. Trying to cry for help, she had found her mouth stuffed with fabric, and more tape wrapped around her lower face trapped it firmly in. Finally, heavy shackles around each ankle held her legs wide to the edges of the table, with chains crisscrossing up her legs and torso. The table sat in the center of a cavernous, decaying dining room. Dark, figured mahogany scrollwork climbed the peeling yellowed plaster walls around the room, up to a steeply pitched cathedral ceiling. A heavy wooden chandelier hung from the beam stretching across the center of the room above her. The entire room gave off "gothic serial killer" vibes in every way.

"The Blood Dragon has been waiting for you to wake," a menacing growl drifted from a shadowy figure in a leather highback chair across the room. A fully stoked fire burned in the massive stone fireplace, with an iron cauldron bubbling in the flames. It cast an insidious, flickering glow across the leather-masked figure, as he stood, holding a long, serrated knife in his right hand.

"You have been chosen to be a vessel for Sleep. You will see me feast, and you will bear to him an army of servants." He stalked over to the table and traced a pentagram on her chest with the hilt of the knife, before slipping the blade through her sweater above her abdomen and fluidly slicing up through the orange fabric.

Velma was completely petrified. "This is why we investigate ghost divers and haunted amusement parks, and not fucking psychotic mass killers! How did she get talked into this???" she raged.

Fred had promised they'd take a quick look around the abandoned Gothic manor on the edge of town, and then call the police. They just needed to make sure that the owner was actually the one the press was calling "The Wakeview Butcher." Then like always, they had "split up to search for clues." Velma had been briefly relieved to find a friendly cat in the basement, before stumbling onto several gruesome sets of remains, and then everything had gone black.

"Shaggy?? Daphne???" Velma heard Fred's stupid voice booming up the stairs from the foyer.

"Sure, idiot. Just start yelling in the murder mansion. How was I the first one he found?" Velma thought acidly.

"Excellent. The first sacrifice," the baritone voice breathed. Licking the blade of the knife, the killer silently glided across the room to the top of the stairs.

Velma was astonished at his grace. "No wonder he surprised me. I never even stood a chance," she thought. "Well...at least I'll get to watch Fred die. Silver linings."

The Butcher began his way down the stairs when his left foot suddenly shot out in front of him and he pitched back. Velma felt like the world had slowed as she watched the base of his skull hit the top step. A brittle snap echoed across the room and the black-clad figure lay motionless.

Dumbfounded, Velma stared at the body in disbelief. Out of the darkness, a small black and white face appeared over the top of the killer's head. The true apex predator of the manor had been lying in wait on the stairs the entire time.

"Mrooww?" The cat from the basement sat on the killer's chest in understated triumph and cocked his head at Velma. Briefly licking a paw, the cat strolled up the dead killer's face, hopping off as the head rolled unnaturally to the side, crossed the room, and casually jumped up on the table next to Velma. Sauntering onto the helpless sleuth's chest the cat sat again, and began licking her nose.

As she rolled her head back and forth to get away from her persistent rescuer, the door next to the fireplace burst open and Shaggy charged in holding a broadsword. In alarm, the cat leapt up a nearby shelf, while Shaggy surveyed the room frantically. His eyes met Velma's and then drifted beyond her, widening as he saw the killer lying partially on the stairs with his head facing the wrong way. Shaggy quickly retreated back the way he came, leaning through the doorway retching.

"Oh shit! He's not gonna be in Part 4." Fred clumsily clunked his way up the stairs, stopping over the killer, while he fished his phone from his pocket. "Hang tight, I'll call the police after I narrate this sweet intro for the episode I thought up."

Velma desperately willed the killer's body to reanimate and stab Fred in the groin without success.

Fred's narration was rudely interrupted by the front door exploding open. Police rushed in, followed by Daphne, who sprinted up the stairs to Velma's side. Tearing off the tape around Velma's mouth, the redhead pulled the wadded up cloth from her friend's mouth.

"It's about time I got to rescue you for once," Daphne said quietly as she began trying to find where to start with the tape and chains. "Boy, this guy really did not want you going anywhere, huh?"

"Please get me loose before any of the police meet Fred. I'm pretty sure we can convince them the Butcher got him before they got here," Velma rasped, her mouth parched from the gag.

"You're not going anywhere anytime soon I'm afraid" the redhead replied. "Although didn't you tell me you could escape from anything?"

"Oh hush you," the immobile sleuth chided. "Well at least get Shaggy out of here; my new cat doesn't like him."

Chapter 3

Daphne's heart was pounding as Velma led her through the walnut stained front door of the bungalow. She had no idea what to expect on the inside after glimpsing the devious machinations of her friend on the porch. However, it wasn't heavy leather and dungeon chic that greeted her in the foyer, but an airy oasis. The living area was almost entirely open, with a modest den flowing into a light-washed dining area and kitchen. A veritable jungle of ferns and broad leafed plants grew on light wood shelving under every window. A pair of monstrous monsteras arced from large clay pots in the corners of the living room toward a large picture window in the center of the wall.

"I had no idea you could even find something this tranquil in the city!" Daphne turned to her friend as she sauntered toward the kitchen.

"It's only this peaceful when the cat is out. Otherwise it's a little more fraught in here. He's on probation for murdering my fiddle leaf last week. He also has a penchant for bothering helpless girls, so we'll keep him out there until I'm through with you." Velma smiled as she spoke. She had been waiting to have Daphne here for as long as she could remember, and adrenaline was coursing through her. "Why don't you step this way and we can start your last lesson for the day?"

Daphne practically danced across the room as she trailed her friend through a doorway in the kitchen into a small den. The room was bathed in sunlight, but was nearly completely empty except for some padding on the floor, and two thick wooden posts anchored to the floor and ceiling about eight feet apart from one another. The redhead noted with some curiosity a network of rope coiling its way down the left post, wondering at its purpose. On one wall was a row of pegs with coils of natural hemp rope hanging over them. Just to the right of the rope was a rack of canes of varying thickness, and several floggers, while a wide table lay just below with a meticulously laid out buffet of clamps, gags, vibrators and other paraphernalia.

Her pulse had slowed in the serenity of the home, but it had accelerated precipitously as she processed all of the possible things that could happen to her with the wide array of tools in the room.

Grabbing a length of rope off the wall, Velma moved behind her and slipped her dress off her shoulders. Daphne sighed contentedly as the brunette kissed the newly bare skin on her collar bone, and allowed her friend to unhook the modest white bra she had been wearing underneath and guide her hands behind her back. Tying her arms parallel to the ground, Velma worked swiftly and firmly. She wrapped the rope around her almost-nude friend's torso, securing Daphne's arms tightly to her body, and running the rope over her shoulders and under the ropes just below her breasts, Velma pulled the rope tight and tied it off, completing a textbook box tie. It wasn't the most exotic work she had done, but knowing it was likely Daphne's first time experiencing it there wasn't any harm in that, right?

Velma ran her fingers along the ropes wrapped around Daphne's chest and arms, ensuring that the tension was distributed evenly, and that they weren't lying across the nerves in her arms. She took the opportunity to run her hands over her friend's breasts, pinching her nipples harder and harder until the redhead squeaked and tried to squirm away.

"Oh no you don't!" Velma reasserted her grip on her captive's arms and firmly pushed her back against the rope-covered post. "Let's make sure you don't try to dance off from me again."

Daphne shivered in anticipation as her friend crossed the room and grabbed several more coils of rope. Velma started wrapping the ropes around the redhead's chest, weaving them into the mesh of rope already on the post and pulling her back tightly up to the wood. More wraps followed around her waist, and soon Velma stepped back to admire her friend firmly affixed to the thick wood support.

It took a moment for Velma to collect herself as she gazed at the flawless creature bound in her living room. Daphne stood with a dazed smile on her face, her generous breasts perfectly framed by lines of hemp rope, and her naturally slim waist even more tapered by the constricting bonds. There was just one thing amiss.

Velma stepped forward and gently pulled down on the white panties her friend had been wearing. She was pleased that not only did Daphne not object, but gave a supportive shimmy to help get them off her hips. Velma immediately noticed that they were beyond damp; clearly her friend was enjoying this just as much as she was!

"Now that you won't be trying to squirm away from me, where was I?" With a menacing smirk the sleuth sauntered up to the tightly bound damsel and resumed relentlessly attacking her nipples. Daphne noticed with concern how quickly they were becoming more sensitive, until even the lightest pinch would have her writhing.

Velma finally relented tormenting her captive and grabbed four more lengths of rope. "Well let's finish this up, and then we can start your final exam! Maybe I taught you...I dunno, something? We got a little off-rubric here. Although even if it's just that you love kinky sex with me, I'll take that as a win!"

With that, she folded Daphne's slim leg up until her heel pressed into her thigh, and quickly wrapped the rope around the folded leg, securing it with a tight knot. Velma grabbed a second rope and quickly fastened it to the outside of the tie, passing it through a loop on the post and pulling it tight. Daphne suddenly found herself balancing on one leg, and with her left leg pulled up and away, her drenched pussy was suddenly exposed.

Velma noticed the same vulnerability, taking a moment to trace her fingers around the redhead's smooth vulva. Daphne subconsciously chased her captor's hand with her pelvis, trying to elicit some stimulation of her now aching clit, but Velma's hand danced away.

"Tut tut dear! Not until I'm done. Don't worry, your clit is about to get all of the attention," Velma chirped.

Something in Velma's tone sparked apprehension in her friend. "Does my clit want ALL the attention? 100% of the attention might be too much," Daphne mused.

The redhead gave a slight, startled yelp as Velma pulled her other leg up, repeating the tie from the first leg and leaving Daphne completely suspended against the post.

"And done! What do you think of that? If you can escape this tie, no amount of rope will be able to hold you." Velma savored the view of her work. She had never dreamed anything could look so perfect. Daphne mewled as she tried to find some relief from the tension of the tie. Her chest was thrust forward by her arms, which were pinned behind her back against the post, while the ropes around her waist and legs sank into her flesh, immovable as gravity pushed her into them. The soft afternoon light filtered in through the large window, casting shadows across the gentle curves of Daphne's body, and the tight bonds distorting her smooth skin.

"I know sweetie, I'm so mean! But good news, I'm going to give you something to offset the discomfort and help you focus on what you've learned today!" Velma was practically bouncing around the room as she collected several lengths of twine and a large wand vibrator.

"Never in history, has a vibrator that big helped someone focus on anything other than every nerve in their crotch being stimulated to the moon." Daphne wryly observed, squirming to get the corner of the post out of her ulna.

Velma frowned and her eyes narrowed menacingly. "Very astute Daph, I'll grab the nipple clamps and cane instead then."

The captive sleuth's eyes shot wide. "Oh nonono! I want the wand instead! Please, Velma!" The ropes creaked as she pulled against them, but didn't give an inch.

"You made a great point, I really was going too easy on you. You should be able to appreciate an orgasm, it shouldn't be assumed you get to have one." Velma sauntered through the sunlight toward her toy shelf, running her fingers over her various implements of torment. Selecting a thin cane and a pair of clover clamps, she turned to Daphne before reassessing and grabbing a long white cloth off a hook to the side. Tying a knot in the center of the cloth, she turned and walked back to the post.

"I think I will curtail any further debate on the matter now," Velma stated firmly. Shoving the knot into the redhead's mouth, she reached behind her head and tightly tied the cloth. Leaning forward, she took Daphne's nipples into her mouth one at a time, sucking and teasing them with her tongue until they were fully hardened. Rapturous moans changed to squealing as Velma's mouth was replaced by the vicious teeth of the clamps.

Daphne barely had time to adjust to the discomfort of the clamps before her eyes went wide as saucers as she watched her friend testing the weight of the cane a few times. She winced in dread each time the tip whistled through the air. Finally, Velma turned to her...

"If you're a good girl we'll be able to make it through this part of the lesson quickly," the brunette suggested firmly. "You're going to behave for me right?"

"Ysh, mgammg," Daphne replied as well as she could through the gag.

The cane immediately snapped through the air, leaving an angry red line across the top of the captive's breasts.

Daphne's eyes shot closed as she yelped in pain, but she managed not to flail or curse at her tormentor.

After a brief moment of solace, a quick flurry of strikes crisscrossed above and below the detective's sensitive nipples, with one particularly malicious strike landing on the clamps. Waves of heat and pain washed over Daphne as her head swam in the sensation. But instead of worsening, almost as quickly as the pain arrived, it dissipated in a surge of need directly to her pussy.

Where the first impact had brought an unhappy yelp, this barrage was met with low moans as Daphne rotated her pelvis forward, seeking some relief from her intensifying state of arousal.

"Fucking redheads," Velma breathed as she watched her friend getting off on getting caned. "What broken dopamine receptor is loose up in your head that gets horny from pain? And why don't I get to have it too??"

The cane landed again and again, this time striking at the inside of the helpless captive's thighs. With each impact Daphne sank further and further into a fog of pain and lust. She barely noticed that it had stopped as Velma replaced the cane on the shelf and retrieved the twine and wand.

"Clearly pain isn't focusing you at all, so let's go back to Plan A." Velma spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to jar Daphne from her current state. Threading the twine through the ropes on Daphne's waist and upper thighs, the brunette secured the wand with its bulbous end resting directly on the redhead's clit.

"HLRY FRGH!" The bound detective jerked back to reality as vibrations erupted from the wand. She strained back and forth as Velma scrolled through the settings, each press of the button bringing a shocking change in pattern and intensity.

"Stop being so dramatic. It switched three times. Or have you never used a wand before?" Velma asked, as Daphne acclimated to the steady build and recede pattern that her captor had selected.

The redhead violently shook her head as the power increased and took her to the very edge of an orgasm, groaning in frustration as the vibrations suddenly faded away.

"Oh this will be splendid then!" Velma chortled merrily, as she skipped back to the toy shelf and selected a smaller wand, plopping down on a low mint green couch opposite her captive. "Now then, the wand has an auto-shutoff in 20 minutes. That will be the official conclusion of your final examination. Although if you're still there after 20 minutes I doubt you'll be lucid enough to appreciate that. My recommendation would be to escape, and definitely. DEFINITELY. Hold off that first orgasm for as long as you ca-"

The brunette was interrupted as the latest build threw Daphne handily off the edge; a brutally intense orgasm ripping through her body. Her mind went completely blank as the pleasure took hold of her. Just as the orgasm started to fade, the vibrator spooled back up, sending her back to the peak.

"Great work sweetie, way to hang in there." Velma thought to herself as she watched the seemingly endless orgasm coursing through her student. "You made it 30 seconds, just another 19 and a half minutes to go...This is going to be a hell of a show." Just for fun, the brunette stood and crossed the room back to her captive, and plucking the clamps off of Daphne's nipples, delighted as the torment dumped even more fuel onto the fire engulfing her friend.

Velma pulled her dress over her head as she sauntered back to the couch and settled in, setting her own wand on medium and slowly pressing it against her clit. The brunette lounged in the bright sun on the couch, savoring the vibrations and the beautiful display in front of her.

Daphne began to regain some awareness after her mind bending orgasm, and she registered her friend now on the couch pleasuring herself. "Why is this so fucking sexy?? I thought I was normal! But who cares when it's this fucking good!?"

Her internal dialogue was interrupted as the wand began it's crescendo against her now extremely sensitive clit. "FRGH FRGH FRGH!!!" She frantically thrashed in the unyielding ropes trying to escape the vibrations.

"I tried to warn you," Velma moaned from the couch as she continued to gently tease herself. At least one of them knew how to pace things. Although to be fair she had the luxury of being able to stop the vibrator. "The only way out now is through," she helpfully informed her captive.

The bound redhead started taking deep breaths and trying to force her body to relax, and as the vibrator quieted she managed to steady herself for the next onslaught. Her vision cleared and she was finally able to appreciate the beautiful show her friend was putting on. Velma's toned abdominal muscled stood taut as the vibrations from the wand reverberated through her body, and a near continuous stream of soft mewls were escaping from her mouth.