Author's Note: The following is Part 3 of a sequel to "The Dice Game" (https://www.literotica.com/s/the-dice-game-2). It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy.
Part Three: The New Warden
Cheri slept decently enough under the circumstances, though Gabrielle didn't seem to need any sleep at all. Cheri drifted awake multiple times that night to find herself a helpless bauble for wandering hands.
Cheri was no more accustomed than her friends to being touched so intimately by a woman. The Dice Game led to bondage and, often, vibrators, but Gwen and Laura had never personally played with Cheri when they bound her. In fact, whoever was bound during the game usually ended up alone. Gabrielle felt completely foreign and what scared Cheri the most was the effect it had on her. It wasn't typical attraction; Cheri didn't swing that way herself. But bondage enticed her greatly and Cheri could not pretend she was made of stone. Gabrielle was not her kidnapper that night, or even her lover. She became a phantom haunting its blindfolded prisoner. The disembodied feel of a hot, wet tongue on her nipples, or of soft fingers between her legs. They preyed on Cheri's most basic instincts. Subject to their whims all night, Cheri could not prevent faint moans from escaping her gagged lips, or her hips from leaning ever so slightly into the phantom's caress. It incited Cheri beyond belief, and once she began to crave the sensations flooding her the phantom never let her stop. But it also held her there, refusing both to fulfill her lustful need and to let it fade away. She awoke thinking not of release from her bindings but of release from her intense arousal. But by then her phantom had dissolved with the night and left her alone on the bed.
Cheri was still blindfolded, but knew it was morning by the faint sound of the garbage truck. It usually came early on Wednesdays, but the impending holiday might have changed its schedule. Cheri thought of crying out to get someone's attention, but the truck was far too loud for that. No one was likely to be around for days. They were totally alone. Cheri pondered her isolation until she heard the door open and felt Gabrielle sit on the mattress beside her. Cheri groaned and struggled against the straps.
"Good morning, sweet Cheri!" Gabrielle seemed cheery. That wasn't good. Cheri felt her blindfold slip off and her eyes flooded with daylight. Between blinks, she saw Gabrielle in a light pink robe which must be Laura's (who was the only one tall enough for Gabrielle). More importantly, Gabrielle unbuckled Cheri's gag and let her stretch her jaw for the first time in many hours.
"I greatly enjoyed our first night togezzer, and look forward to many more," Gabrielle sang, thrilled that the first night of her plan had been a rousing success. "I have already asked my university to stay abroad for ze spring semester as well. I 'ope zey will say yes! If not per'aps you will join me in Paris."
Cheri, still flexing her jaw, dreaded the very thought. Luckily, Gabrielle did not press the topic, but merely helped Cheri into a sitting position and held before her a glass with a straw. Famished (and bound), Cheri could not refuse and sucked the glass dry, which evidently contained some kind of shake concoction.
"God, I hope that wasn't drugged," Cheri said without thinking. Gabrielle seemed capable of absolutely anything. Gabrielle, thankfully, broke into a laugh.
"I suppose I still seem a little scary. By tonight you will see zat I only love you, Cheri. I promise."
Cheri doubted this but kept her mouth shut while Gabrielle released her from the bed. The strap around Cheri's wrists was removed, but Gabrielle then tugged her hands behind her and locked them into leather cuffs. Cheri considered struggling but hesitated, thinking of Laura and Gwen, and before she knew it she was trapped again. As Gabrielle locked Cheri's ankles into cuffs with about a foot of rope linking them, Cheri's mind went in circles. Was she really submitting to Gabrielle?
Gabrielle helped Cheri to her feet. "It is time to wake Laura and Gwen. I want you to see, but you must promise not to speak or make any noise, or I will 'ave to put ze gag back on."
"Why?" Cheri risked. She'd been bursting with questions since yesterday. It felt good to finally voice one.
"Zey both 'ave tried to stay very quiet all night long. I expect zey would not like us to ruin it," Gabrielle had a strange look of satisfaction on her face. Bewildered, Cheri allowed herself to be led, bound and naked, through her own house until they reached Laura's room. The door was closed. Gabrielle pressed her finger to her lips and carefully turned the knob. Cheri's eyes went wide and she almost spoke.
Gwen and Laura remained bound together awkwardly on their sides. Their knees bent behind them as their cuffed ankles were pulled toward opposite corners of the bed and their wrists remained locked high above their heads and out of reach from each other. What shocked Cheri was how they were tied to each other by straps, each woman's hips and breasts pressing irresistibly into the other. They were indeed staying very still and very quiet facing each other, but with their gags and blindfolds Cheri couldn't tell if they were asleep or awake. Laura's face was nearly obscured, her head nuzzled into Gwen's neck under her locks of blonde hair. The strands seemed matted and both women looked to be caked in dried sweat.
Gwen was awake, at least, and stirred at the quiet creak of the door and the sound of their footfalls on the carpet. Immediately, Gwen started pulling silently at her restraints and craning her head toward them, though she made absolutely no sound. Her movement roused Laura, who flexed uncomfortably.
Motioning for Cheri to stay put, Gabrielle crept closer to her bound friends and knelt softly at the side of the bed. A hand ran up and down Gwen's body, then Laura's, tracing the creases in their hips and bottoms of their compressed tits. Both women continued to shake their heads in silent pleas for some kind of relief, and refused to make a sound even when Gabrielle grasped one of Gwen's nipples and squeezed. Finally Gabrielle, with a wide grin plastered on her lips, bent over near their faces and said, "Good morning, ladies!"
Before the words even left her mouth, both women gave a tiny moan of desperation and Laura convulsed into a sort of fit. Only then did Cheri notice the giant vibrators between their legs and realized that Brutus had just burst to life. Laura's reaction was nothing short of incredible. Her head jerked side to side, as though begging Gabrielle for it to stop. Harsh breaths escaped through her nose and it became clear Laura was becoming aroused despite herself. Powerful vibrations of varying intensity and length could be heard from Brutus, and Cheri could only guess what practiced dance was being recited within Laura's pussy and ass. Finally, she could contain herself no more.
"Gwmmmm-uhhhhhhhmmm..."
Laura's moan was long and primal. It wasn't born of pleasure or even intensity, Cheri noticed, but rather total fatigue. What's more, it contained a hint of lament, like an apology. Cheri immediately understood, though, as Gwen started a fit of her own as Marshall awakened within her. Somehow, Laura's stimulation triggered Gwen's. Gabrielle was absolutely delighted, and removed their blindfolds. Even in all her distress, Laura and Gwen still found a brief moment to stare disbelievingly at Cheri's violet locks.
"Uhhhhmmmm. MMMMPH!" Gwen's moan soon followed. Cheri could not make sense of it, except that Gwen and Laura were both trying very hard to endure the vibrators quietly. Gabrielle then picked a small device up off the mattress and held it to her lips.
"I warned Laura and Gwen to be on zeir best behavior last night," Gabrielle spoke directly into it, "zis microphone 'as picked up every sound, and for every squeak either Brutus or Marshall 'as brought one of zem to orgasm. An enjoyable game, non?"
The two women looked totally exhausted. Cheri was certain that Laura, if not Gwen, had already climaxed heavily. But it seemed that continued noise meant continued stimulation. She shuddered at the thought of one orgasm prompting the noise that brought another, all night...
Gabrielle opened the laptop next to the bed and checked the app controlling the vibrators. "Oh my!" she gasped with feigned concern, "you two 'ave been very busy, I see. I asked you both to be quiet and clearly you were anyzing but! Tsk tsk, ladies..."
Gwen and Laura bucked on the bed, thrusting into each other, pleading through their gags to Gabrielle as she placed the microphone back between them. Cheri wanted to help them but knew she'd never get close enough.
"I believe, ladies, zat you need a lot more practice being silent," She drowned them out before turning to Cheri. "What do you zink, Cheri? 'Ave your friends been good, or should we go play and see if zey can be quiet until it is time for dinner?"
Cheri bit her lip and stood there awkwardly in her bondage. Gwen and Laura both stared at her desperately. What the hell did Gabrielle expect her to say? If she defended her friends, would Gabrielle take that as disobedience? Would she join them on the bed, with Mr. Snuggles forcing her to cum over and over?
Cheri perhaps hesitated too long, for Gabrielle shrugged and grabbed a blindfold. Laura's eyes screamed in place of her voice as the shroud descended over her. Gabrielle picked up Gwen's blindfold promptly.
"Wait," Cheri whispered, hoping her voice wouldn't trigger yet more trouble for her friends. "It's not their fault. They couldn't stop themselves."
"By simply remaining quiet, ze toys would never 'ave turned on in ze first place," Gabrielle retorted unfeelingly, and began tying the other blindfold onto a disinclined Gwen. That clearly bought Cheri nothing.
"Fine," Cheri thought quickly. Gabrielle looked ready to leave. "If they stay here all day, they...they won't learn anything. You can't help them, and everything else you have planned for today will be wasted...uh, Mistress."
Gabrielle paused over her writhing captives and, after a moment's thought, reached over and closed the app on the laptop. Brutus and Marshall dutifully relaxed and Cheri's exhausted friends went limp, each breathing heavily. They heard Gabrielle say "Sweet Cheri, I am so proud of you!" but could not see the look of horror on their friend's face.
Gabrielle approached her favorite toy and hugged her, but just as they parted a knock was heard at the door across the house. A hand immediately clamped over Cheri's mouth, though Gwen and Laura certainly cried out. Gabrielle opened a dresser and quickly shoved a pair of Laura's panties into Cheri's mouth.
"Zose will still be in your mouth when I get back," Gabrielle warned, holding Cheri's head sharply back at her hair as she pressed the cotton further in. "Remember what I told you last night."
With that, Gabrielle reactivated the app and microphone and disappeared. Laura and Gwen silently struggled, trying to attract Cheri's attention. But Cheri just stood there, rooted in place by the memory of Gabrielle's malicious expression. What Laura and Gwen had been through-Gabrielle evidently considered that tucking them in for bedtime. Cheri was still bound tightly. Could she get free before Gabrielle returned? What then? What about her friends? If Gabrielle caught her again, what would that mean for all of them?
Cheri nearly hyperventilated before deciding that she must do something...anything. Silently, she crept to the edge of the bed and sat down.
Fuck
! There were padlocks on the wrist and ankle cuffs Laura and Gwen wore. She'd deal with that later. Instead, Cheri turned and reached back to Gwen's legs with her hands, reaching for the strap on her knees. Her fingers blindly found the buckle, pulling the slack through the loop. Laura had no sense of what Cheri was doing, but Gwen was mutely cheering her on...
The sound of approaching footsteps hit Cheri like a brick wall just as she was about to yank the buckle free. If Gabrielle found her trying to help, she'd surely get all three of them punished. Quickly Cheri fed the excess strap back through the buckle and stood up, hobbling back to the other side of the room. Gwen, straining violently against her bindings, went still again as soon as she heard Gabrielle re-enter the room.
