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Dick had occupied the time while we were away by tying Vicki to a straight chair, but in a rather unusual manner. He had stood her with her back against the back of the chair, binding her ankles to the back legs; other cords went around her legs and the chair above and below the knees. While her thighs were corded separately to the top rail of the chair. Then he had wound a cord several times around her head and over her gagged and taped mouth. The free end of this went back over the front of the seat and down to the cross rail; it was pulled so tightly that Vicki was bent steeply backward like a strung bow and was virtually without power of movement.

As soon as Nicki appeared, mincing along by my side, her father beckoned her over to a low table, saying,

"Let's fix you up, too, then the men can have a quiet talk."

Working with the skill of long practice, Dick seated Nicki on the low coffee table with her legs crossed, tailor fashion. Then he bound them in that position with each pretty foot tightly corded to the opposite knee. With her arms already so tightly and helplessly secured behind her back, Nicki was now just about as powerless as her mother. With the assist from me, Dick placed the two girls, one on either side of the big couch, so they could easily be seen and admired by anyone sitting there. He was must murmuring,

"Fifi ought to be able to navigate under her own steam along about now,"

when he was struck with an idea. Stepping to the door, he called,

"Fifi, before you come up, look in the glove compartment of the car and bring up that choke-pear you'll find in there."

"A choke-pear!" I exclaimed. "That's certainly an unusual thing to find in a car."

Dick laughed and pointed to the two silent and helpless girls and said, "We're a very unusual family."

At this point Fifi entered. Obviously, she had taken the opportunity to set her uniform to rights, because she looked quite crisp and fresh. Her very brief black latex lace underpants were displayed because she carried something in her skirt, the hem of which she held daintily in her fingers.

"This ees not the proper way for a maid to present somesing to the mastair, monsieur. But eet ees the best Fifi can do. So 'as no silver tray," she remarked, posing in the doorway, knowing perfectly well what a delightful picture she presented.

"Is that the choke-pear Fifi?" Dick asked. . . . Oui, monsieur,"

she sighed and, after a glance at Nicki and Vicki, both of whom were already tightly gagged she moaned. "An' one does not 'have to be a mind-reader to guess 'oo ees going to 'have to wear eet."

"Well you can comfort yourself with the thought of how pretty it makes you look. Now come over here and let me fix you up a bit,"

her master ordered from the table carrying the briefcases full of bondage supplies. With obvious unwillingness she crossed over to him. Dick passed a fist belt of chrome-plated steel around her waist, pulled it tight and snapped the catch in the back. From either side just over the hipbone, there hung a plated steel cuff, on the end of about eight inches of matching chain. In a second, the cuffs were snapped around her wrists.

He explained to me, "This is known as a Harem-Belt. Gives the wearer enough freedom to wait on somebody else, but it keeps her hands away from her mouth."

Then he turned to Fifi, who still held her skirt between her finger-' tips and ordered, "Go over and ask Mr. Ted to put that pear in your mouth." Obediently, but with obvious unwillingness, she minced over.

"Monsieur Ted," she breathed, "would you be kind enough to gag Fifi?"

"Why, I'd be glad to, Fifi!" I exclaimed, taking the pear from her skirt.

It was made apparently, from ebony, about three inches long and two in diameter at the largest part. There was a hinge at the small end and a press-catch at the large one. I brought it up to her mouth, which opened unwillingly to receive it. I pressed it between her teeth, but it wouldn't go all the way in.

"Say Roberts," I exclaimed, "The gag's too big. It won't go between her teeth."

"Push harder," he said. "No, no. Brace your hand behind her head and REALLY push."

A final shove on my part and the pear popped into her mouth.

"Now what, Dick? How do I make it open?" I asked.

"Just press that little button on the end there." I did so and the two halves of the pear flew apart, impelled by a powerful spring between them.

As a result, poor Fifi's mouth was jacked wide open, with her jaws at their fullest stretch. She jumped as though she had been stung and I could see her throat swell in an attempted scream; but not the faintest sound emerged. At the same time, her hands released her skirt and flew upward in a reflex action, sharply checked by the chains attached to her Harem-Belt. As I stepped back, her gloved fingers still made futile clutching gestures toward her face.

"Fifi!" said her master in a warning tone.

With frantic haste, the dainty fingers dropped away from her mouth.

"Now let's just fix her like an occasional table and we'll be set for out talk," remarked Dick. "Do you have a couple of little trays?"

I happened to have a half dozen little snack trays in a closet; he took two of them. On each, he placed a drink, a pack of cigarettes, matches, and an ashtray. He stood Fifi facing the centre of the couch and about three feet from it, with one tray balanced on the outspread fingers of each hand.

"All right let's sit and talk a while," he said, sitting on the side of the couch near his silent and helpless wife.

"Oops! Nearly forgot something."

As I took my place on the other side, he got some cord and bound Fifi's legs together as tightly as he could, above and below, the knees, at the ankles and even around the high-arched insteps.

"First," I said, after we had each taken a pull at our drinks and lit a cigarette from our lovely human table, "how did you find Nicki and me way up here in the country?"

"Oh, it wasn't too hard," he grinned. `We knew your address you had told Vicki-so we drove over and I managed to convince your building manager that I wanted to see you. (A few dollars helped, of course.) He knew that you had this place here, so it was a worthwhile risk to drive up and see if this was where you had come."

"But how did you find it? When I give my friends full directions of how to get here in daylight they usually get lost."

"Oh, oddly enough we have a place of our own not far from here." That rung a bell, so I exclaimed, "Wait a minute! You must be the Richard Roberts that owns that big place about two miles north of here."

"That's me-or rather us," he agreed.

We talked for an hour or more, enjoying the appealing helplessness and silence of the three girls.

Then Dick said, "Well, it's getting late, I'd better get the girls back to town."

Regretfully, I helped him get the girls ready. Fifi, we simply carried down as she was and packed her in the trunk. We released Nicki from the table, doubled her legs at the knees and strapped them there and laid her on the floor of the car at the back, with a rug over her. Vicki, her legs freed, but with the mask, wig and cloak once more in place, looked quite natural, if very stiff as she sat beside Dick in the front seat.

Just before they pulled away, Dick said, "Why don't you come and have dinner with us in town tomorrow? Say around seven?"

That invitation was a great relief; I wanted to see Nicki again and again and again, more than I had ever wanted anything.

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