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Rika By Luckycat Chapter Nine Remote Control Red walked into the bedroom a little after two. She giggled upon seeing the two women trapped in their restraints. With a goofy grin, she plopped down heavily beside the shackle-trap and squinted at them through unfocused eyes. Both Rika and Feeney were fairly certain Red was more than just tipsy.

“Hey there boss lady!” Red laughed. “Stuck again I see?”

“You might say that.” Rika replied.

Red turned to Feeney. “Hey chickie! Why…you’re even stucker!”

“Very Stuck!” Feeney said. “Care to help us out?”

“That’s why I’m here.” Red nodded. “Syn sent me.”

“That’s great, Red,” Rika said. “Then get us out. Where are the keys?”

Red shrugged. “No clue. But just hold your horses boss, I have some ‘structions’ that I need to do first. And if I don’t…” She wiped her hand across her throat and made a goose sound. “Syn will get me good!”

Kneeling upright, Red fished a crushed piece of paper from the front pocket of her blue jeans, then sank back down to sit on her heels.

“Let’s see now. Here are the things I gotta’ do before I let cha’ go,” she said.

Red screwed up her face trying to read the paper in the dim light. “Oh yeah. I get it.” She nodded.

“Got what?” Rika asked.

“My ‘structions,’ ” Red slurred. “What Syn wants me to do to ya’.”

“Oh-Oh!” Feeney said.

Red flattened out the paper and sat it on the floor close by so that she could refer to it. Raising her arm, Red stared at a silver wristwatch with a purple triangle on the dial.

“First, I’m supposed to tickle the chickie’s feet for at least several minutes.”

“Oh shit!” Feeney said nervously.

Red glanced at Rika, trying to focus. “How many minutes is several boss?”

“One!” Feeney said.

“Five,” Rika said.

“Really?” Red asked, narrowing her eyes. “Sure that’s enough?”

“Better make it ten just to be sure,” Rika said.

“Rika!!” Feeney shouted.

After looking at the watch once again, Red moved close to Rika, and reaching between her arms, began to tickle the sole of Feeney’s left foot.

Red’s fingers lacked the expertise of either Syn’s or Rika’s, but it still tickled like hell. Feeney began to giggle, then to laugh.

Red shook her head. “I don’t get what you guys see in this foot thing, but it is kinda’ fun!”

She moved her hand to Feeney’s right foot and lifted her other to take over the left. Feeney screamed twice as hard. Red appeared to gain more and more enthusiasm for her task as the minutes passed.

“Five more to go chickie, have a good laugh on me!” Red giggled. She turned to Rika. “Hey boss, does a tongue count as tickling?”

“Sure, it’s even better!” Rika said, and winked at a heavily sweating Feeney.

Grinning, Red pushed her head in between Rika’s arms. Then wrapping her hands around the metal bar, began to lick the trapped feet with long, slow strokes.

Unfortunately, for Rika, she could only see the back of Red’s hair.

“Oh my God!!” Feeney shrieked, as her face turned a bright red.

Red momentarily raised her head toward Feeney to display her tongue, where a tiny sharp stud had been pierced at the tip. Red lowered her head and resumed licking.

Rika listened to Feeney’s moans and nodded to herself, certain that her fellow captive was quickly approaching the point of sexual no return.

Just as Feeney was at the point of climax, Red sat back up. “Times up!”

“FUCK!!” Feeney cried bitterly.

“Now it’s your turn boss lady!” Red said, grinning at Rika.

Lowering herself behind Rika as Syn had done earlier, Red pointed the index finger of her right hand and pushed it beneath the tall woman’s open leather pants.

In seconds, Rika had begun to pant.

“Sorry about this boss, but I’ve gotta do it. Oh, by the way, Syn says that the chickie has to watch you face real close while you get off. And if she doesn’t, she gets another full hour of tickling.”

Feeney stared wide-eyed, desperately trying not to blink. “I’m watching!!”

Rika’s panting grew heavier and faster. “You don’t have to do this Red,” Rika gasped. “We won’t tell!”

“Oh, that’s okay boss, I don’t mind. I couldn’t seem to hit on anybody tonight anyway, Syn kept buyin’ me drinks and talkin’ me up, and scarin’ all the cute ones away.”

“What-a-shame,” Feeney said, watching Rika’s face as it contorted in lust.

“Yeah!” Red said, highly peeved. “And besides, there’s no way I’m gonna piss-off Syn. Do you know what she told me?”

“No way of telling.” Rika said, now gasping for breath.

“Syn said that if I didn’t do exactly like she told me, that tomorrow night after the bar closes, she an Jackie are going to put cuffs on me, an’ drag me back to Syn’s place to this extra bedroom they got she calls the torture chamber!”

Rika knew the room only too well. “And?”

“Sure ya’ want to hear this? It’s pretty creepy.”

“Indulge us,” Rika said.

“What??”

“Tell us!” Feeney chimed in above Rika’s soft moaning.

“Oh. Well, Syn said that first; she’d strap me real tight into this corset thing. So tight that I can’t hardly breathe.”

“Koo-Wal!” Feeney said.

“Then she said that she would tie me up, and use a needle-nosed pliers to pull out every one of my cunt hairs!! Can you imagine that?”

“Quite vividly!” Rika said, breathlessly.

In a flash, Feeney understood why Rika’s groin was so smooth and hairless.

Red rested her chin on Rika’s shoulder, smiling patiently as her finger continued to work her toward orgasm. Rika had now become her captive.

Rika’s breathing became more and more rapid, until at last she sucked in a huge breath of air, and seemed to hold it for an eternity. Then opening her mouth wide, she screamed one deafening cry of both incredible, intense pleasure.

Feeney watched breathlessly as Rika’s orgasm continued. She chewed at her lips, astounded by the look of pure rapture on her tall friend’s face.

Red kissed Rika’s neck. “You all done boss? I got all night if you wanna’ go again?”

Rika shook her head. “Thanks Red, I’m good, and we’re both tired. Can you let us out now?”

“Sure, I guess so, where’s the keys?”

“You don’t know?” Rika said rolling her eyes. “Didn’t Syn give them to you?”

“Nope, she just gave back my key to your apartment.”

“Shit!” Rika hissed.

“Oh-Oh!” Feeney said.

“Well look around, they’ve got to be here somewhere, not even Syn would leave us like this all night with no way to get out.”

“Okay boss, I’ll check the bed.”

Red fumbled around looking through the clothes on the bed. She checked the leather pants and looked in all the pockets.

“What’s this thing?” Red asked, holding up the leather sleeping bag. “You guys planning a campin’ trip?”

“Yeah,” Rika said. “We’re thinking of spending a few days in downtown New York City. Check the living room out, by my sculptures, and then the kitchen.”

Red staggered from the room.

“We may be seriously fucked!” Rika said angrily.

“No-you-got seriously fucked!” Feeney said, and sighed heavily.

The tinkle of a soft bell sounded, and for a moment both women thought that Syn had returned to continue the punishment. But both women laughed when little pink Tickle jumped up onto the small table beneath Feeney’s feet and meowed.

Feeney’s laughter was short-lived however, when the kitten began to lick her right heel.

“Shit!” She cried. “Make him stop! His little tongue feels like sandpaper!”

Rika laughed, and yelled, “Red, come back, we’ve found the keys!”

Red stepped into the bedroom. “Where boss?”

“There, hanging on Tickle’s collar.”

“Oh the little sweetie!” Red cooed. “He’s just after the salt.”

“Get him off!” Feeney cried.

Red bent to remove a small plastic clip from Tickle’s collar, and sat down cross-legged on the floor. She smiled as she watched the kitten’s tongue lick the foot, inch by inch.

“Rika!” Feeney shouted. “For God’s sake do something! This is torture!!”

“I am doing something cutie; I’m watching,” Rika returned.

“Your chickie’s feet are really salty!” Red observed. “Even saltier than the chips we sell downstairs in the bar. Hey! I’ll bet that we could make a fortune chargin’ the dykes to lick em’! What da’ ya’ think?”

“I think I’ll go insane if you don’t pull him off right now!!” Fe

“Eney screamed. Rika bent forward and blew on the pink kitten’s head. “Scat!” Tickle jumped down and bounded away. To be, or not to be Red, who had been watching the desperate look on Feeney’s face, suddenly moved to kneel beside her. “Poor chickie!” She slurred, turning towards Rika. “I don’t get it boss, how does jus’ havin’ her feet tickled make your chickie so horny?” “She’s a pervert.” Rika said. “What?” Feeney hissed. Intoxicated, Red seemed to be confused by just what to do next. Looking to Rika for help, she found the tall woman’s eyes once more intently focused on the bottoms of Feeney’s feet. “What should I do now Rika?” “Duh! How about letting us, like…out?” Feeney supplied. Rika smiled. No, wait Red. First, do something to make her toes wiggle.” Red nodded and grinned. “My pleasure boss lady.” Feeney felt Red’s warm hand on her abdomen. She tried to look down, but the tall collar prevented it. In a second a finger began to softly stroke the swollen, sensitive lips between her thighs. Before she could find any words to speak, the finger had entered into her vagina to gently tease her clitoris. “Your chickie’s even harder than you were boss. Want me to get her off for ya’?” Rika began to laugh. “Maybe. Why don’t you just work her nice and easy for a bit while I think about it.” Feeney’s eight toes had begun to wiggle wildly. “That’s it Red.” Rika said. “Good job, keep it up.” Feeney she shook her head violently. “Rika!!” “Hmmm.” Rika said, enjoying the frantically moving toes as much as Feeney’s predicament. Feeney’s eyes were wide; she was beginning to pant. “Rika-for God’s sake, make her stop or I’m going to come!” “So?” Rika said with a little smirk. “I just did, wouldn’t you like it too?” Feeney moaned softly as Red’s finger continued to work her, steadily building her passion to the point of no return. “Yes, I want to come! But not like this!” “Why not?” Rika asked, very much amused by her friend’s plight. “Don’t you like Red? She’s quite skilled at what she does you know?” “Oh-Really?” Feeney gasped. “Or is it because Red’s a lesbian, and if you come, you think that it will make you a lesbian too?” “Won’t it?” Feeney said in alarm. Rika met her panicked face with a gentle smile. “Of course not. The only thing that can truly make you a lesbian is if you decide to be one.” Within Feeney’s wet vagina Red’s finger had never ceased moving, and had now begun to be most-creative. Red winked at Rika. “Your choice boss.” Rika’s multi-colored eyes flicked to Feeney feet for a second before locking onto friend’s. “No Red. That’s for Phoenix to decide.” She paused for a moment before saying, “Well cutie?” Feeney’s passion had mounted to an almost irreversible level. She’d never needed anything in her life as badly she needed to climax at this moment. But she knew that there was something that she needed even more, and strangely, she knew exactly what to say. “I do want to come Rika, desperately! But not like this, and-I’m sorry Red-but not with you. If I ever do chose to take that road, it will be with you Rika, and only you!” A smile that was touched with both irony and sadness spread across Rika’s full sensuous lips. “Thanks for your offer Red, but we’ll just let her stay nice and hard for now. Maybe next time. Just use Tickle’s keys and get us out.” She added. “Please!” * Ten minutes after Red had left, Rika was placing the metal and leather items back on their hooks. Feeney was sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms wrapped around her chest. “You know Rika, this place is an regular insane asylum. You, Syn, Red, all of you are completely nuts!” “Probably.” Rika said. “And you know what’s even funnier? I think that I’m just as crazy as the rest of you.” “Crazier.” Rika agreed. “Want to know why?” Feeney looked up. “Enlighten me!” Rika sat down on the bed beside Feeney. “Because what I do—what we do—is all an expression of our own sexuality. Although what Syn, Red and I may need to satisfy ourselves may vary, we all share one in common, we’re all highly sexual creatures.” “Duh! What? You think so?” Feeney said, rolling her eyes. “Pretty sure.” Rika said grinning back. “Then, why am I so crazy?” “Because we allow ourselves to feel the fullness of our passion, and you don’t, or won’t let yourself go that far.” “Are we talking orgasms here?” Feeney asked. Rika nodded. “I think that you’ve been happy here with me, and that you’ve come a long way in admitting your own most secret desires to yourself, but you seem to back away from allowing them to come to completion.” “Well for your information miss bondage queen, about fifteen minutes ago I was manic for Red to let ‘come to completion’, but you stopped her!” “No. You stopped her, and in the nicest way possible. I don’t think that I’ll ever forget what you said tonight.” “Well…” Feeney sniffed. “Right now I think that maybe I screwed up.” Rika smiled sourly. “Believe me, you did the right thing. Red’s a good kid, but she hasn’t got a clue about what it takes to really satisfy another woman.” “Yeah? Well her finger seemed to satisfy you pretty well.” “It was…okay.” Rika said in a bored tone. “So, let me get this straight, what you’re saying, is that Red’s good enough to get you off, but not me?” “Well, I didn’t really have much choice, but you’re exactly right.” Feeney shook her head in frustration. “Why?” “Because cutie, Red’s a hard core lesbian, she’s in bed with a different woman every night. There’s never any heart connection for her, just a quick fuck, then she’s back at work the next day stalking some other girl.” Feeney shrugged. “Okay, but maybe that’s all she wants from life.” “Yeah, and that’s fine.” Rika said, her multi-colored eyes sparkling. “But that kind of life’s not for you, or for me. You’re still in the process of learning about your sexuality, and I don’t want anyone pushing you into something that you might regret later.” Feeney was quiet for a time, staring at the Bar of Enlightenment. Then she turned to Rika. “A heart connection huh?” Rika nodded, and when she spoke it was with a barely audible voice. “Yeah, like the one I feel with you!” “Wait. Are…are you saying that you’re in love with me?” Rika snorted. “Love! Who the hell knows what love is? It starts out with lust, and ends up in jealously and tears. Love is just a dark prison.” “Well that’s certainly pessimistic! But you haven’t answered my question.” “We’re friends Phoenix, at least I hope we are.” Feeney smiled. “Yeah, we are spider-woman. Best friends.” Rika avoided Feeney’s eyes and stared down her own feet. “It’s just that we have so much in common sexually, you know, the feet and bondage thing.” “Yeah, we do Rika, I’ll give you that. And we seem to get along together pretty well too. But more importantly to me, is that you haven’t tried to force yourself on me.” “I’d never do that to anyone, especially to you cutie.” Feeney turned toward Rika and crossed her legs. “Look at me crazy woman.” Rika moved to sit crossed-legged facing her friend. Feeney reached and began to knead Rika’s long bare feet. “Okay temptress, you’ve been trying to seduce my with these big smelly feet ever since you tricked me into coming here, now I want you to answer a question, and I want the truth!” “I’d never lie to you Phoenix.” Feeney nodded. “I know that. But when I ask my question, you might be tempted. Rika studied her face. “Okay, shoot.” “Do you want to have sex with me?” Feeney asked quietly. “Duh!” Feeney continued to massage the tall woman’s feet without looking up. At last she nodded slowly. “Thanks for your honesty. Care to elaborate past duh?” Rika spoke in a detached emotionless voice. “I don’t think that I’ve ever wanted anything so much in my entire life as to feel your body beneath mine, and watch your pretty face as we both together scream in absolute ecstasy.” “Oh my!” Feeney said without looking up. Then she smiled, and said, “Wait, you said beneath? Didn’t you mean to say above?”

Rika smiled back. “But if that ever happens, and you choose to walk that narrow rocky path with me, they’ll be no turning back, you will not only have become my friend, but my lover.” “And…a lesbian.” Feeney added. “And a lesbian.” “And then?” “And if we’re really lucky, then every night for the rest of our lives, we’ll explore our perverse natures, and satisfy our darkest cravings and desires.” Feeney smiled tightly. “Very poetic! So were talking a permanent thing here?” “Of course” Rika said nodding. “Both each other’s master, and both each other’s slave until the day we die.” “That’s a strangely temping offer.” Feeney said softly. “I meant it be, and I’m quite serious. But you might be giving up a lot, a husband, a little house in the suburbs with kids running around.” Feeney smiled sadly. “I’ve already pretty much given up on those things. I don’t relate to men very well, and as for kids, well, they’re cute, but I’m in my thirties now, and it’s kinda late to start a family.” Rika was strangely quiet for a moment. “Phoenix. I have a child.” “Feeney’s head snapped up. “What?” “Yeah, you’ve already met him, his name’s Tickle.” Feeney giggled with relief. “And he looks just like you too!” “Pink Tickle and I are lot alike, same taste for salty feet!” Rika said and wagged her tongue. “Stop trying to seduce me!” Feeney laughed, and leaning forward, bit Rika’s right big toe. “Ouch!” Rika squealed. “Serves you right horny woman! You need a cold shower!” Rika nodded. “We both need a shower, but not a cold one. We both stink!” * The shower was hot and wonderful. Feeney and Rika took turns using the soap on a rope on each other’s bodies, laughing, and comparing the indentations the shackles had made on their wrists, arguing over who’s was deepest. Twenty minutes later, they stood side by side in front of the large mirror fighting over the hair dryer, timing each other to see who’s hair dried the fastest. Feeney won. Dry and clean, the two women raced for the bed. Once again Feeney won, but it cost her. Rika jumped on top of her, pinning her wrists to the bed and pressing her groin tightly against Feeney’s. “Okay cutie,” Rika said laughing. “Your choice; hot kinky woman-to-woman sex, or boring sleep?” “Hmm, let me think about it.” Feeney struggled futilely in Rika’s strong grasp, amazed by her strength. If she had wanted to rape her, it would be but a simple thing for her. “Sorry pal, but for tonight, just a good nights sleep.” Rika bent and kissed Feeney’s lips lightly. “Okay sadist, but it’s your loss!” * Spooned tightly behind Feeney on the large bed, Rika fell asleep in minutes. But despite her fatigue, Feeney found it hard to drift off. Her mind whirled with the events of the day; Evil Syn, an intoxicated Red, and of course the woman lying next to her who had just told her that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. ‘But what about love?’ Rika seemed to have only contempt for love. ‘Had she been hurt? Would she be hurt if I left her now, rejected her?’ Feeney knew that she would be. Rika’s arm was around her waist. Slowly, the tall woman’s hand drifted downwards to where her index finger moved between Feeney’s pubic hairs. Feeney listened attentively to the sound of Rika’s breathing and felt the soft rise and fall on her breasts against her back. She could be faking of course, but Feeney didn’t think that Rika would do this. The finger stoked her lips of her vagina for a moment before sliding inside her. Feeney gasped as the finger quickly found its mark and began to tease it. Feeney was already hard, had been all evening, but now her clitoris was quickly becoming so swollen that it was actually painful. ‘Talk about a one-track mind!’ Feeney thought. Rika made a soft whine of disappointment as Feeney grasped her wrist and gently pulled the hand away. Feeney regretted her action almost at once. Why had she pulled her hand away? Rika was asleep and had no idea what she was doing. Her finger had been warm and incredibly arousing. Now she was really horny, and she’d have to lie here and just hope that it would pass. She’d never get to sleep now. Rika muttered something in her sleep and snuggled closer. Her hand moved once more, and again her long index finger quickly found its mark. Feeney knew better that to remove Rika’s hand a second time, the fingertip was far too delightful, far too addicting. Rika’s other arm was under her neck, and Feeney turned her head to kiss it softly. In less that a minute Feeney had begun to pant, her vagina damp as the finger continued to work her steadily. She lay very still, trying not to make a sound. If Rika were to awaken now… Suddenly she shut her eyes, her buttocks tightened like steel, trying to prolong her arousal for as long as possible, sweetly delaying the orgasm that was only seconds away. Then, without warning, she felt the toes of Rika’s feet touch against the soles of her own. Feeney exploded into the most sensuous and violent orgasm of her entire life. Her head shook, she bit her lower lip so hard that it actually drew blood. Grasping the bed sheets in her hands, she waited long, long moments for her orgasm to end. But Rika’s finger continued to move, driving her to even greater depths of passion and sweet ecstasy. Finally, exhausted and spent, Feeney fell into a peaceful sleep; her last thoughts were of Rika’s wonderful long finger, and those long beautiful toes that still moved against her feet. Ready for the Ball Feeney opened her eyes and blinked slowly. She smiled softly recalling Rika’s warm body pressed against hers and amazing orgasm just hours before. Had Rika known? Had she done it while only pretending to be asleep? Feeney was chilled. Rika was gone from the bed and must be up and about, either making coffee or chaining herself up in the bathroom. Feeney smiled, and tried to focus her eyes. Little pink Tickle was sitting close to her face, curled up with his paws tucked under his body, watching her through slitted yellow eyes and purring loudly. Feeney’s eyes flicked to her left hand and her eyes shot open. A heavy steel shackle was locked around her wrist. She moved her other hand into view and saw that it too was likewise secured. Heavy chains led beneath the covers. Rika was up to her old tricks again. Feeney stretched out her arms and felt a tugging at her stomach. “What the hell?” She said, and sat up. A steel band tightly circled her waist. It was fully two-inches wide, half an inch thick and was centered at the smallest part of her waist, completely covering up her belly button. She saw that the chains from her wrists were attached to welded loops on either side of the belt. Feeney kicked the covers away and looked down at her feet to find that they too had been secured with matching steel shackles and a chain. The little pom-poms poked out beneath teasingly. “Of course!” Feeney said, nodding. “She would never neglect my feet!” She saw that a paper tag had been tied around her left big toe, mortuary style. She reached to remove it, but found that her wrist chains were to short to allow this, so she brought her feet to her hands. Sitting crossed-legged, she read the tag’s note. “Good morning cutie, what a wonderful night!” It said. “You must have had some very interesting dreams, because you squirmed and moaned all night long. Must have been pretty hot. Hope they were about me!” “Gone to pick up the rest of out costumes. You’ll love them!” “Be home by ten or so.” “Love, Rika.” “XOXOXO” “P.S. Don’t even bother looking for the key. I took it with me.” “Coffee’s on the counter.” “Love, your best friend.” Feeney smiled tightly and shook her head. “Shit!” She tried to remove the tag, but found that Rika had tied it with at least four tight knots. “You-I can do without!” She told the tag. Standing awkwardly, she reached for her pink robe that was lying across the Shackle-Trap. But she stopped before touching it, realizing that with her wrists chained together

as they were that there was no way she could put it on. “I guess she wants me to freeze as well.” Feeney muttered as she stepped towards the bathroom. Happily, her ankle chain was long enough to let her walk almost normally. Rummaging through the bathroom drawers she found a small pair of cuticle scissors and quickly dispensed with the toe tag. As she sat on the toilet to pee, Feeney thought, ‘Costumes? What costumes? What is this crazy woman up to now?” Twirling before of the bathroom mirror, Feeney inspected herself. The steel band around her waist fit so snuggly that is pulled her small waist in even tighter. With the band, and her chained wrists and ankles, she thought that she looked just like an Arabian slave girl. She rather liked the idea. Again Feeney recalled the amazing orgasm that Rika had unknowingly given her the night before. She was astounded that now, only a few hours later, to find that she was once again become highly aroused. ‘Is this what life with Rika would be like?’ She wondered. “Living a life of constant sexual desire?” The tempting aroma of fresh brewed coffee filled the apartment. But Feeney was still chilled, and decided to first take a hot shower to warm up. Taking no chances with her sneaky new friend, she brought the key to the cell door with her into the shower. She took her time and lathered slowly. The hot spray felt wonderful, and quickly served to chase away her chill. She encountered some difficulty in washing her hair however, as her wrist chains were too short to allow her to reach her head. Sitting on the floor under the gentle cascade of hot water, she curled herself into a tight ball and shampooed. Drying herself proved easy, except for her short white hair. She had a sudden brainstorm. Switching on the hair dryer, she sat it on the counter and knelt down in front of it, twisting her head to an fro. “Mohammad comes to the mountain!” She said. She knew that styling her hair would be impossible, but she rather liked the way it stood up on head, making her look even wilder, like a hungry tiger. On her way to the kitchen for her coffee, Feeney stopped by the bedroom to retrieve her pink robe. It took some effort and twisting about, but at last she managed to get in on over her shoulders. ‘At least now I’ll stay warm’. * At ten thirty the front door opened. Rika, dressed for cold weather, entered carrying a large plastic bag with something heavy inside. Setting it down on the white carpet, she walked to where Feeney sat at the kitchen counter sipping her third cup of coffee. The tall woman stooped to kiss the back of her neck, then ran her long fingernails through her short hair. With her limited reach, Feeney couldn’t have stopped her even if she’d wanted to. “Still here I see.” Rika teased. “Smart ass!” Feeney said curtly. “God, that coffee smells good. Let me get out of these boots. Pour me a cup slave! ” Rika said, as she moved back into the living room. “Here Tickle! Here kitty!” she called. “Kit-kit-kitty, come to mama.” There was a streak of pink as Tickle flew into the room as fast as his little cat legs could carry him. He bounded into Rika’s arms where he was lifted to her face to be stroked and covered with kisses. “There’s no accounting for taste.” Feeney said sourly. “He must smell salt.” Rika sat down on the floor with the kitten in her lap and removed a tiny key from his collar. Then leaning over the purring cat, she began to unlock her boots. Feeney said. “If I’d known that key was there, you’d have never seen it again.” Rika looked up and grinned as she pulled the boots off. “What? And deny yourself the pleasure of seeing my big sexy feet?” She pointed a bare foot at Feeney and clenched her long toes. “Oh you’re absolutely right crazy woman, what was I ever thinking of?” “Be right back.” Rika said, and carrying Tickle with her, walked from the room on the balls of her feet. She returned a few moments later wearing white ankle socks and her black robe. Squeezing into the chair beside Feeney’s, she drank half of her coffee before setting the cup back down. “Do you believe that Syn doesn’t drink coffee in the morning? She starts her day with a cold beer!” “Is that where you were then, at Syn’s?” Rika nodded. “Yeah, She’s an early riser like me, and we had a chance to be alone and make girl-talk.” “What about Jackie and Maria?” Feeney asked. Rika smiled. “I peeked in the bedroom on the way to use the toilet, they were cuddled up together in the middle of the bed, wearing only their silver slave collars. They looked so cute together, reminded me of us last night.” Once again Feeney’s mind returned to the incredible orgasm Rika had unknowingly given her. “What did Syn have to say about last night?” “Not too much cutie. It was just us two in bed…remember?” Feeney poked a finger at Rika’s ribs. “You know what I mean!” “Well actually, she had quite a bit to say.” “Give me the short version.” “Okay.” Rika considered it. “Still mad about the damaged foot, but she may decide to forgive me. Pissed that her X-manacle didn’t live up to her expectations. Totally pissed of at Red for letting us off so easy…” “Easy!!” Feeney said incredulously. “Oh, and about you!” Rika winked the green eye. “Me? What about me?” Rika remained dead silent, giving Feeney the fish-eye. “Shit!” Feeney snapped. “Come on crazy woman…now give!” “Actually, it appears that for some strange reason she’s quite taken with you.” “Oh?” Feeney said, unsure whether to be flattered of frightened. “Yeah. Thinks you’re really bright, and highly desirable, body-wise.” Feeney nodded and poured them both more coffee. “She very perceptive. What else did she say about me?” “That you’re badly confused about life, but she’s sure that if you spend some more time around me, that you’d get it all together.” “Oh Right!” Anything else spider-woman?” Rika nodded and sipped while eying Feeney closely. “Not about you, but Syn said something about me that seems pertinent.” “Go on…” “She said that I was incredibly lucky to finally find someone that I truly loved, and who loved me back even more.” Feeney’s coffee cup froze on the way to her lips. “Is that right?” Rika nodded. “Yep. She also said that if you didn’t figure things out pretty soon, that I was to leave you at her place for day or two so that she could enlighten you!” Feeney blushed, and quickly changed the subject. “What’s in the bag?” She said, nodding down to the floor. Rika’s eyes sparkled. “Some very cool stuff for our costumes.” “Costumes? What are you talking about? What do we need costumes for?” “Why for the Ball tonight of course! Rika said excitedly. Feeney’s face went blank. “What Ball?” “Why the big club twelve twenty-one Ball, here-tonight.” “You and I are going to a Ball?” Feeney said, narrowing her eyes. “Yep, it’s a real big deal too, It’s called it the ‘Captive’s Caper’s” Named it myself. Good alliteration huh?” Feeney stared at Rika. “Captive’s Caper’s?” Rika nodded. “I’m the host, and you’re my date. That makes you royalty!” Feeney rolled her eyes. “I thought, that I was supposed to go home today?” Rika’s mouth widened into a broad smile. “Go ahead, the door’s not locked, just leave my robe. Oh, did I mention that it’s really cold, and that it’s started to snow?” “Rika!” “But you probably won’t have to wait too long for a cab. Although they might seem a bit leery about picking up a cute naked chic wearing chains and pink spats.” “Rika!!” “Besides, you don’t really want to go yet do you cutie? Not when we were just starting to bond with each other?” “Bond?” “Yes…bond. And as yet, you still don’t really know that much about me.” Feeney slowly smiled. “Oh I know all about you! You’re the tall crazy pervert with the big smelly feet that keeps finding more excuses to keep me her prisoner.” “Captive.” Rika corrected. Feeney smirked. “Could you explain the difference to me, one more time.” Rika’s eyes narrowed. “A prisoner is someone that had done something

“Bad,” she noted. “That’s when they’re kept locked away as a form of punishment. But consider the captive: someone you hold against their wishes because your desire for them is strong.”

“Oh, that makes sense now; I’d completely missed it,” Feeney replied with a nod. “But what happens if that captive decides to push back?”

“Then the captor gently dismantles her resistance by winning her over through shared desires. Gradually, she yields and becomes entirely devoted to the one who holds more power. It’s inevitable.”

Feeney raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “And does this powerful leader turn out to be you?”

“Exactly that,” Rika confirmed, nodding. “And you’re quite fond of it!”

As Feeney looked into Rika’s striking blue and green eyes, her smile softened slightly. “Yes, I am. And honestly, I’m not sure how I’ll handle going back to my usual routine at home.”

“So stay,” Rika suggested casually with a shrug. “Give it one more day; you won’t regret missing the Ball—trust me!”

Feeney grinned and tilted her head up. “Oh really? Then convince me properly!”

“The ‘Captive’s Caper’ is massive, bringing in serious cash! I launched it two years ago, and its success was immediate—it keeps growing bigger each time.

“Tell us more,” Feeney urged, still skeptical.

“There are four of these events annually, but this one near Halloween stands out as the largest; we expect over three hundred attendees tonight.”

“What sort of folks attend?” Feeney inquired, her interest piqued.

“Folks who love bondage and leather aesthetics along with all its diverse styles. The outfits are spectacular! Some spend weeks preparing theirs perfectly.”

“Is it exclusively for gay women?” Feeney asked.

“Absolutely not!* It welcomes everyone—gay, straight, bisexual, plus others still emerging into existence,” Rika laughed briefly.

“You mean someone like you,” Feeny teased.

“And you too!” Rika shot back. “The core appeal targets the submissive community primarily; it offers them space to connect and exchange experiences.”

“I suppose we won’t spot Sado-Syn here tonight then?”

“Oh, she will definitely come along since dominant figures are welcome too, but remember: while tops may attend, the spotlight shines on their slaves who mostly keep themselves in check.”

“Hard to picture Syn behaving herself,” Feeney mused.

Rika chuckled and nodded. “Syn usually behaves well because she respects Jackie and Maria’s importance here. But after four or five drinks? Who knows!”

“So, no more flirting attempts from her?” Feeney asked nervously.

“Of course she’ll flirt; that’s just Syn being herself. Still, don’t worry—I will be nearby to guard you.”

“How comforting,” Feeny said dryly, though clearly unconvinced.”

“Want to see what we’re wearing?” Rika asked eagerly.

“Why do I feel dread coming on already?”

Rika stood up and emptied a plastic bag onto the floor. Bending down, she retrieved something resembling part bra, part grapefruit squeezer.

Feeney instantly recognized its function. “Good grief!”

“One of Syn’s creations; she dubs it ‘Breast Art,’ but I call it the ‘Booby-Trap.’”

Staring wide-mouthed at this contraption, Feeny picked up another piece nearly identical except black instead of silver.

“This one belongs to me! Our costumes will match closely since we’re attending the Ball together as ‘Slave Twins!’”

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“Rika’s story continues in chapter Ten.