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***Continued from 'Edstorming with Lady Distracto . Ya gotta read it first!***

Rocking his chair forward, Ed propelled himself up and away toward his easel, clutching Lady Distracto's laptop to his chest. He cackled under the thick multilayer gag stifling his mouth as he planted his boots firmly on the ground.

The rest of him, particularly his roped-up legs, was not so firm, and continued on past the easel to topple to the ground.

Ed sprang up with muffled laugh of triumph. He raised an eyebrow at Lady Distracto, who still sat on the table, a nervous smile on her face. Ed snapped his fingers, and a pencil appeared in his hand. Standing on his wobbly, bound legs in their already-restrictive leather trousers, he put the pencil to the sketch pad on the easel.

"Now, look here," Lady Distracto said, pushing herself off the table she had sat upon, "I know this is awfully invasive, but I do have a reputation to proteAAHH!"

Lady D stumbled over, her feet stuck together. She looked down at her boots to see them pinioned at the ankles by a set of rough, hastily-drawn ropes. They looked weirdly outlined with scratchy grey, just like pencil lines, and were perfectly white all over, not catching any shadows.

While she watched, another set of ropes appeared, rough and quick, just below her knees. Then another, just above them. She sat back on her bound legs, and looked up at Ed.

"Okay. I understand I was a bit hasty," she said, hands raised in a placating motion, "but, I think there's still time for us to start over on the right fooAACK!"

Ropes appeared around her midsection, pinning her elbows to her body. She looked up at the artist, who was re-positioning his hand to draw again.

"Right, that does it," Lady D said, mouth scrunched up in wrath. She planted her palms against the floor, and began pulling her inert body towards Ed like a mudskipper. "You're gonna be glad I gave you that gag to bite down on, 'cause you're gonna feel the paiAAAAHHH!!!!"

Not only did Lady D find her hands snapped behind her back and bound, but also gained a sudden feeling of weightlessness she felt herself ascend rapidly backwards through the air, pulled up to hang upside-down over the table on which she had previously sat. She swung back and forth, her hair swaying down beneath her. She looked up to see a quickly-sketched set of ropes attached to both her ankle and midsection bonds, fixed to an equally-sketchy eye-hook in the ceiling.

Lady Distracto returned her gaze to Ed, who still stood before his canvas, wearing his gag and leg bonds, clutching her laptop in one arm. Still wobbling, he held up his pencil toward her face, sizing up the proportions. Despite the fact that several layers of thick cloth covered the lower half of his face in a tight, smooth muzzle of fabric, Lady Distracto though she detected a smile contort his features.

"Well," she said, "at least I can still say fummmmmmphh!!!"

Lady D's eyes crossed as she tried in vain to look down at her own mouth, but the taste of rubber and tightness of leather against her cheeks told her she was now wearing a ballgag in her open mouth.

"Mkay, jmrk, nmw ymm've gmne tmm ffr! M'm gmnna kmck ymmr aff! Mmmmmppph!!!"

Lady D saw more scratchy gray edges appear at the edges of her vision, and distantly heard the stretch of duct tape. Around and around the sketchy tape wound over her ballgagged mouth and jaw, confining her muffled threats even further. She scowled over the gag, rocking back and forth where she hung.

But, Ed wasn't done. Suddenly there appeared, hovering before the smooth, silver layer over Lady D's mouth, a dark, sketchy X of electrical tape. It was far too small to muffle her voice any further, but was just a final touch of dominance applied to the artist's taste. Lady D saw red, and began swinging her head around to escape the X. It followed, however, hanging just before her mouth wherever she thrashed, until finally it was fully shaded in. She felt it press home right over her lips, and scowled.

"Hmmm-hmm-hmm," Ed laughed, putting his pencil down on the easel. He cracked his knuckles, and began striding toward Lady D.

Then, with a muffled growl, he fell on his face, his legs still bound.

He sprung up again, eyebrow raised, and hopped over to the chair that had formerly confined him. He toppled into it, nearly falling backwards again with a muffled screech of terror, before regaining his balance and setting to work on the extensive bonds Lady D had applied to his leather-clad legs. His former captor swayed beside him, rolling her eyes.

Finally, Ed stood, fists on his hips, gazing imperiously down at the upside-down face of Lady Distracto. He chuckled, narrowing his eyes.

"Nmmph mmmm mmm mmph mm, mmmph mm mmmppph!" He mumbled.

Lady D's eyes screwed up in confusion.

"Whmm?" she mumbled.

Ed scowled. "Nmmph, mmmph mmm mmph mm, mmmph mm mmmmph!!!"

Lady D rolled her eyes. "Tmke mff ymmr gmg, ymm mmrmn!"

Ed looked down at the muzzle of cloth still tightly wound over his mouth. With a "Hmmph!" of contempt, he placed his captive's laptop on the table, just below her dangling head, then turned away to unwind his gags. Lady D looked down at her laptop, the tips of her hair brushing against its closed top as she swayed. She strained her head down to do - what, she had no idea. The tantalizing closeness of salvation made her growl into her gag.

Ed turned back to her, finally ungagged, and worked his jaw. He smiled, and began speaking.

"Now, at last, with your - ack!" Ed coughed, his voice raspy and weak from the thick gag drying out his mouth. He snapped a pen into his fingers, and quickly drew a water bottle, right in mid-air on the table. To Lady D's surprise, Ed opened it and drank the real water from inside. He licked his lips, and threw the bottle aside.

"Ah," he said, his voice deep and smooth once more. "Lady Distracto, my dear. I'm flattered that you've come to see my portrait of you come to life. Or rather," he said, gesturing to her predicament, "to help it come to life. Now, with your acquisition, my collection is finally complete!"

He swept his arms to the side, revealing a wall of several padded prison cells, fronted by glass doors to display the prisoners within.

...that is, if there had been any prisoners within. Each cell stood empty, with cobwebbed corners wafting in the circling eddies within the room. The air conditioning kicked on, and a tumbleweed rolled out of one cell.

Lady Distracto looked back at Ed, who licked his lips.

"Right," he said, clearing his throat. Quickly he said, "Now, with your acquisition, my collection is finally begun!"

He picked the laptop up off the table, Lady Distracto glaring at him as he walked away. There was a window on the far end of the room, and he opened it. He smiled back at his captive.

"You certainly won't be needing this anymore, will you?" He tossed the laptop out the window, put his hands on his hips, and began a deep, wicked laugh.

He was interrupted when the laptop came soaring back in through the window, conking Ed in the back of the skull on its way to land safely on the table, just beneath its suspended owner. Lady D chuckled around her gag as her captive-turned-captor tried to pull himself up off the ground. Suddenly, she realized she had an opportunity. She took a look at her bonds, thrashing against the sketchy lines, but none gave.

Suddenly, Lady D squealed as she felt a sharp poke in the lower back. She brought her wrists into view, and realized that the rough, sketchy lines from which her bonds were formed had quite sharp edges. With another gagged smile, she set her wrist bonds against the razor-like edge of the rope that connected her arm bonds to the ceiling, and began sawing away. She felt a slackening almost at once, and laughed under her gag.

Ed, shaking the fog from his head, looked up and saw what Lady D was up to. He leapt to the canvas, snatching up his pencil and began frantically trying to clean up Lady D's sketchy bonds. He was making headway, but cursed as his nervous hand caused such bothersome setbacks as inconsistent line width, bad proportions or incorrect perspectives. He looked back at his captive, just in time to see Lady D snap her hands free, shrug off her arm bonds and reach down to flip open her laptop. The screen lit up, her fingers touched the keys, and she tilted her face up to give him a gagged smile.

Ed scoffed. "Well that's unfortunate."

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***Continued from 'Edstorming with Lady Distracto . Ya gotta read it first!***

Rocking his chair forward, Ed propelled himself up and away toward his easel, clutching Lady Distracto's laptop to his chest. He cackled under the thick multilayer gag stifling his mouth as he planted his boots firmly on the ground.

The rest of him, particularly his roped-up legs, was not so firm, and continued on past the easel to topple to the ground.

Ed sprang up with muffled laugh of triumph. He raised an eyebrow at Lady Distracto, who still sat on the table, a nervous smile on her face. Ed snapped his fingers, and a pencil appeared in his hand. Standing on his wobbly, bound legs in their already-restrictive leather trousers, he put the pencil to the sketch pad on the easel.

"Now, look here," Lady Distracto said, pushing herself off the table she had sat upon, "I know this is awfully invasive, but I do have a reputation to proteAAHH!"

Lady D stumbled over, her feet stuck together. She looked down at her boots to see them pinioned at the ankles by a set of rough, hastily-drawn ropes. They looked weirdly outlined with scratchy grey, just like pencil lines, and were perfectly white all over, not catching any shadows.

While she watched, another set of ropes appeared, rough and quick, just below her knees. Then another, just above them. She sat back on her bound legs, and looked up at Ed.

"Okay. I understand I was a bit hasty," she said, hands raised in a placating motion, "but, I think there's still time for us to start over on the right fooAACK!"

Ropes appeared around her midsection, pinning her elbows to her body. She looked up at the artist, who was re-positioning his hand to draw again.

"Right, that does it," Lady D said, mouth scrunched up in wrath. She planted her palms against the floor, and began pulling her inert body towards Ed like a mudskipper. "You're gonna be glad I gave you that gag to bite down on, 'cause you're gonna feel the paiAAAAHHH!!!!"

Not only did Lady D find her hands snapped behind her back and bound, but also gained a sudden feeling of weightlessness she felt herself ascend rapidly backwards through the air, pulled up to hang upside-down over the table on which she had previously sat. She swung back and forth, her hair swaying down beneath her. She looked up to see a quickly-sketched set of ropes attached to both her ankle and midsection bonds, fixed to an equally-sketchy eye-hook in the ceiling.

Lady Distracto returned her gaze to Ed, who still stood before his canvas, wearing his gag and leg bonds, clutching her laptop in one arm. Still wobbling, he held up his pencil toward her face, sizing up the proportions. Despite the fact that several layers of thick cloth covered the lower half of his face in a tight, smooth muzzle of fabric, Lady Distracto though she detected a smile contort his features.

"Well," she said, "at least I can still say fummmmmmphh!!!"

Lady D's eyes crossed as she tried in vain to look down at her own mouth, but the taste of rubber and tightness of leather against her cheeks told her she was now wearing a ballgag in her open mouth.

"Mkay, jmrk, nmw ymm've gmne tmm ffr! M'm gmnna kmck ymmr aff! Mmmmmppph!!!"

Lady D saw more scratchy gray edges appear at the edges of her vision, and distantly heard the stretch of duct tape. Around and around the sketchy tape wound over her ballgagged mouth and jaw, confining her muffled threats even further. She scowled over the gag, rocking back and forth where she hung.

But, Ed wasn't done. Suddenly there appeared, hovering before the smooth, silver layer over Lady D's mouth, a dark, sketchy X of electrical tape. It was far too small to muffle her voice any further, but was just a final touch of dominance applied to the artist's taste. Lady D saw red, and began swinging her head around to escape the X. It followed, however, hanging just before her mouth wherever she thrashed, until finally it was fully shaded in. She felt it press home right over her lips, and scowled.

"Hmmm-hmm-hmm," Ed laughed, putting his pencil down on the easel. He cracked his knuckles, and began striding toward Lady D.

Then, with a muffled growl, he fell on his face, his legs still bound.

He sprung up again, eyebrow raised, and hopped over to the chair that had formerly confined him. He toppled into it, nearly falling backwards again with a muffled screech of terror, before regaining his balance and setting to work on the extensive bonds Lady D had applied to his leather-clad legs. His former captor swayed beside him, rolling her eyes.

Finally, Ed stood, fists on his hips, gazing imperiously down at the upside-down face of Lady Distracto. He chuckled, narrowing his eyes.

"Nmmph mmmm mmm mmph mm, mmmph mm mmmppph!" He mumbled.

Lady D's eyes screwed up in confusion.

"Whmm?" she mumbled.

Ed scowled. "Nmmph, mmmph mmm mmph mm, mmmph mm mmmmph!!!"

Lady D rolled her eyes. "Tmke mff ymmr gmg, ymm mmrmn!"

Ed looked down at the muzzle of cloth still tightly wound over his mouth. With a "Hmmph!" of contempt, he placed his captive's laptop on the table, just below her dangling head, then turned away to unwind his gags. Lady D looked down at her laptop, the tips of her hair brushing against its closed top as she swayed. She strained her head down to do - what, she had no idea. The tantalizing closeness of salvation made her growl into her gag.

Ed turned back to her, finally ungagged, and worked his jaw. He smiled, and began speaking.

"Now, at last, with your - ack!" Ed coughed, his voice raspy and weak from the thick gag drying out his mouth. He snapped a pen into his fingers, and quickly drew a water bottle, right in mid-air on the table. To Lady D's surprise, Ed opened it and drank the real water from inside. He licked his lips, and threw the bottle aside.

"Ah," he said, his voice deep and smooth once more. "Lady Distracto, my dear. I'm flattered that you've come to see my portrait of you come to life. Or rather," he said, gesturing to her predicament, "to help it come to life. Now, with your acquisition, my collection is finally complete!"

He swept his arms to the side, revealing a wall of several padded prison cells, fronted by glass doors to display the prisoners within.

...that is, if there had been any prisoners within. Each cell stood empty, with cobwebbed corners wafting in the circling eddies within the room. The air conditioning kicked on, and a tumbleweed rolled out of one cell.

Lady Distracto looked back at Ed, who licked his lips.

"Right," he said, clearing his throat. Quickly he said, "Now, with your acquisition, my collection is finally begun!"

He picked the laptop up off the table, Lady Distracto glaring at him as he walked away. There was a window on the far end of the room, and he opened it. He smiled back at his captive.

"You certainly won't be needing this anymore, will you?" He tossed the laptop out the window, put his hands on his hips, and began a deep, wicked laugh.

He was interrupted when the laptop came soaring back in through the window, conking Ed in the back of the skull on its way to land safely on the table, just beneath its suspended owner. Lady D chuckled around her gag as her captive-turned-captor tried to pull himself up off the ground. Suddenly, she realized she had an opportunity. She took a look at her bonds, thrashing against the sketchy lines, but none gave.

Suddenly, Lady D squealed as she felt a sharp poke in the lower back. She brought her wrists into view, and realized that the rough, sketchy lines from which her bonds were formed had quite sharp edges. With another gagged smile, she set her wrist bonds against the razor-like edge of the rope that connected her arm bonds to the ceiling, and began sawing away. She felt a slackening almost at once, and laughed under her gag.

Ed, shaking the fog from his head, looked up and saw what Lady D was up to. He leapt to the canvas, snatching up his pencil and began frantically trying to clean up Lady D's sketchy bonds. He was making headway, but cursed as his nervous hand caused such bothersome setbacks as inconsistent line width, bad proportions or incorrect perspectives. He looked back at his captive, just in time to see Lady D snap her hands free, shrug off her arm bonds and reach down to flip open her laptop. The screen lit up, her fingers touched the keys, and she tilted her face up to give him a gagged smile.

Ed scoffed. "Well that's unfortunate."