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Archive-name: Bondage/misbon.txt
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Archive-author: Dark Side Inc.
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Archive-title: Mistress of Bondage
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PART I
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Sue placed her coffee cup back on her saucer with a sharp crack
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and rubbed her eyes vigorously. Reading for a long period of time
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always made her eyes hurt and the minuscule print of the Sunday Times
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was even worse. She flicked a lock of auburn hair away from her face
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and picked the paper up off the table to make sure her exhausted eyes
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had not deceived her. Then she lounged back in the sofa and reread the
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advertisement for the third time.
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"Five thousand pounds." She whispered hesitantly as though the
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figures would disappear from the page should she speak too loudly.
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"Five thousand pounds for less than three months work." Sue would have
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discarded the whole thing as rubbish had it not been offered by a very
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prestigious London firm, well known for integrity and
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professionalism. She made two large rings on the paper with a red felt
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pen and rose from the couch.
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The sun hit her from the left as she opened the french doors and
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walked out onto the balcony of her London flat. Her lovely face broke
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into a smile and she threw her arms back to go into a firm stretch that
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might shake the cobwebs loose.
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"You'll have the coppers on your tail if you keep that up, luv,"
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Harry chirped from the street down below. He was getting into his car
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but had paused to admire the view.
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"Honestly!" Sue said, smiling down at her handsome neighbor. "You
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British guys get more thrills from a girl in a nightgown and a pair of
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panties than one in a bikini." She was really fond of her neighbor.
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She moved over to the railing and rested her elbows on it.
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"On you way to work?"
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"Yeah, if I still have a job. They probably gave it to someone else
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at 8:01 this morning. How's the Duchess?"
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"Still asleep." Sue replied. "How late did you keep her out last
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night?"
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"Miss Hart, such a question a lady does not ask and a gentleman does
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not answer." Sue cocked her eyebrow at him. "Two o'clock," Harry said
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and they both laughed heartily.
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"Well, there'll be none of that when we go to work." Harry's face
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brightened even more than usual at the news that Terry and Sue had found
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summer employment. The girls had arrived in the U.K. last fall to spend
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a year studying at one of the more fashionable girl's schools and he had
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grown very close to them. Near the close of the last semester, financial
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disaster has struck when they wrecked a lease car and had not taken out
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the proper insurance.
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"That's just marvelous, Sue but why would they pay five thousand
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quid for tour guides at an old castle?" Harry asked when she had
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explained the advertisement.
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"Well, there must certainly be more to it than that, but Terry and I
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certainly fit the requirements." Sue continued. "They're looking for
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young, attractive, intelligent girls with athletic abilities and
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adventuresome spirits." Harry grinned and winked at her. "So'm I luv,
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except they needn't be all that intelligent," he quipped. "I really need
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to push off, Sue. Good luck on those jobs. Tell the Duchess I asked
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about her."
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Sue went back into the living room, grabbed the paper and bounced in
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to Terry's bedroom. Terry's generous mane of blonde hair sprouted
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elegantly from the inert lump under the covers. Once she had opened the
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drapes, Sue sat on the bed and nudged her friend on the shoulder.
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"Wake up, Terry," she said, "we have an answer to our problems."
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Within a few seconds, Terry had turned over, sat up with a chirpy "good
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morning" to her friend, and was peering intently at the Sunday Times
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advertisement.
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"Boy, Sue," she said, glancing up merrily at her friend, "when you
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wish for something, you do it right!" Sue laughed and watched as Terry
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continued reading. The lovely blonde was one of those rare girls who
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could roll out of bed and onto the cover of a high fashion magazine with
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nothing more than a toss of her hair. Terry soon came to the same
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question that Harry asked earlier. It just seemed like too much money
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for too little work. She was not really concerned, just inquisitive.
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She knew that Sue probably had things pretty well figured out.
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"The way the ad reads, they put on more of a show than a tour.
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I don't know exactly what they want, but I'm sure we can handle it." Sue
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was always so confident.
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"But why are you so sure we'll get the jobs, Sue," asked Terry.
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"Surely they'll get hundreds of applications."
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"Read the qualifications, Duchess. They're talking about us."
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Sue's eyes narrowed and lost some of their earlier glint. "Besides, we
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just have to get the jobs." Terry reached out to touch her shoulder.
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"Sue, we've been best friends since we were fourteen. You've pulled
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my buns out of the fire a hundred times and Daddy knows it. He'll pay
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for the damn car."
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"Terry, he's already paid for the most exciting year of my life and
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all I had to do was to keep a lid on you while we were over here." Sue
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was almost in tears. "Now just look how I repay him."
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"Come on, Sue," Terry replied, "your friendship is the best thing
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that ever happened to me. You don't owe me or my father anything.
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Besides, it wasn't your fault the road was so slippery. Now would you
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hug me before I start crying too!"
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They embraced each other tenderly and then Terry picked up the paper
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again. They both agreed that the job sounded exciting and that they
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would make application for it right away. Sue extracted the photo album
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from the nightstand and thumbed through it as she moved toward the door.
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"What are you looking for?" Terry asked as she threw off her
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covers.
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"That picture your brother took of us that summer when we taught
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gymnastics at camp. They want girls who are athletic and attractive and
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you have to admit that those leotards didn't hide much. We never looked
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better. That's the picture I want to send to those people."
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Terry watched her friend's buttocks shift erotically under her
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panties as she walked absently through the door. "I swear, Sue, the next
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time I hug you I'm going to give you a long, juicy kiss right on that
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beautiful mouth of yours." She sighed and then rose to begin her day.
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"Mr. Carney?" Lady Miranda Thorne's voice hung in the telephone so
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softly as to be nearly inaudible, but Lawrence Carney had become accustom
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ed to it. He had never seen her in the last six years that he and his
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firm had handled her business affairs, but her thin, wispy voice over the
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telephone had been worth thousands. For that reason, he was always glad
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to hear from her even if she was a trifle unnerving.
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"So nice to hear from you again, Lady Miranda, what can I do for
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you?" Her reply caused him to snatch his glasses from his face and throw
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them on the desk. "But you can't have made your decision so soon, Lady
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Miranda. That first batch I sent you had but nine applications.
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I posted dozens more only an hour ago. They should reach you the day
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after tomorrow." He was dumbfounded.
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"Notwithstanding your herculean efforts, Mr. Carney, I'm irrevocably
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convinced that Miss McArdle and Miss Hart will be perfect for my
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situation. Please issue suitable instructions and have them here by
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three o'clock this afternoon." Lady Miranda had a habit of expecting the
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impossible.
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"This afternoon?" Carney almost shouted into the phone. "But,
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they'll have to release their flat, or sublet it or something, and then
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there's..."
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"I know what you can do, Mr. Carney," she replied, "three o'clock
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please."
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<TO BE CONTINUED>
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MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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Part II
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"Oh look, Sue," Terry bubbled when the castle came into view.
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"Isn't it simply delicious?" The towers and the walls of the imposing
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structure were indeed breathtaking, but Sue was somewhat underwhelmed.
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After all, Terry was the most romantic and adventuresome of the pair.
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Sue was just in it for the money.
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"I just hope its comfortable," she replied dryly.
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"Not to worry, Miss," said the driver without looking back. "It
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may look tiresome on the outside, but I'm told it has all the comforts
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of Buckingham Palace."
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"Do you live around here, driver?" Sue asked.
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"No, Miss," he replied. "that's what Mr. Carney told me. When you
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come to it, Miss, I'm just an expensive cabby he hired to drive you
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here."
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"That Mr. Carney," Terry laughed, "he's such an old bore for a
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young man. When he told us we'd have to live at the castle all summer,
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he acted as though it would be a downer. He's crazy. Living here will
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be a dream."
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"Maybe so, Duchess," said Sue, "but he was smart enough to show me
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the escrow agreement showing our money on deposit in the bank. All we
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have to do is pick it up when we leave the castle. I wouldn't have come
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otherwise."
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The driver pulled up short when the limousine reached the thick
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stone wall and then got out to use the telephone at the end of the
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gate. The girls both noted the absence of any markings on the road
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thus far and on the walls. There was a monument, some three feet high,
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on which were carved the words "CASTLE THORNE".
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As the driver returned to the car, the iron bars of the gate rose
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into the air to the mechanical tune of gears and pulleys in need of
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lubrication. They were still a half a mile from the castle proper and
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both girls gazed out the windows to view their surroundings as they
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passed by. Terry was treated to the sight of a lush, verdant forest
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area so dense she could barely see past the first tree. Then there was
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the soft, mirror-like lake. Sue's vague sense of caution was further
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fueled as she looked out over the tombs and monuments of a graveyard.
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They wound around a circular driveway and stopped in front of the
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huge castle and the driver got out to unload the baggage. They looked
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puzzled when nobody came out to greet them.
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"Where are you going?" Sue asked the driver as he got back into
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the car.
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"Someone will be out presently, Miss," he said. "I talked to her
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on the phone at the gate." With that, he sped away leaving them
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alone. One of the tall oak doors creaked open and an inspiring figure
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of a woman emerged. She was blonde, very pretty and as big as a girl
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could be and still remain feminine. As she moved toward them with
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outstretched hands, Sue fought an instinct to hide her eyes. The woman
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was wearing a pair of white shorts, a pair of sandals and absolutely
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nothing else.
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"Welcome to Castle Thorne!" she said, taking Terry's hand. Terry
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was mesmerized by the woman's bare globular breasts and almost forgot to
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return the greeting.
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"Thank you," she said demurely.
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"You too, Miss Hart. My name is Helga. I do the cooking around
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here, along with various other services to the Mistress. We're happy to
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have you here, girls, and I must say that your pictures really did not
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do you justice. You're both stunning."
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"Thank you, Helga, you're very kind," said Sue. This woman's
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demeanor was endearing and her ear-to-ear smile seemed to radiate
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sunshine. She was nearly a full head taller than either of them and
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they were amazed when she hoisted all four suitcases at the same time.
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She caught Terry glancing at her breasts again and smiled at her
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pleasantly.
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"I like to wear as little as possible," Helga said by way of
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explanation. "It's good for the body and I like to be good to my
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body. That's one reason I took this position. The weather's pleasant
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and we're very isolated here."
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"Sounds absolutely delightful to me!" Terry chirped as the trio
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ascended the steps leading to the door. Helga encouraged her.
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"Feel free, Miss McArdle. It feels wonderful!" she said.
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Terry quickly removed her white satin blouse and bra and then
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draped her long blonde tresses modestly over her breasts. Helga set
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down the luggage in the foyer and introduced the new arrivals to Yvette
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who was coming down the grand staircase carrying a silver tea set. She
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was much smaller than the cook and just as beautiful, though in a more
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petite, delicate way. Her hair was short and black, and her figure was
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as slim as those fashion models whose legs look like those of
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children. She was more dressed than the cook, though her maid's uniform
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was skimpy and quite flashy.
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"Bon jour," she said pleasantly, setting the tea service down on a
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sideboard. They exchanged a few amenities as Terry and Sue tried to
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drink in the breathtaking level of luxury. This room was larger than
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their entire flat and it was only the foyer.
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"Perhaps our newest staff members would like to see some of the
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more interesting rooms while I put their luggage in the bedroom.
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Yvette, why don't you take them to one of the dungeons," Helga ordered,
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taking Terry's blouse and bra for her.
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"Oui, Madame Helga. This way Mademoiselles," Yvette replied.
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Terry grabbed her friend's arm.
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"Isn't this exciting, Sue?" Sue didn't answer and Terry wouldn't
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have heard her in any case. The authenticity of the stone corridors was
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impressive as they made their way by torchlight down into the delves of
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the castle.
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"Voila!" Yvette exclaimed in her charming Gaelic accent when the
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reached the first dungeon. Terry bounded in like a kid in a candy store
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and fluttered from one punishment device to another in quick
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succession. Sue smoothed her skirt down over her hips and likewise
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perused over the place though somewhat more thoughtfully. Terry held up
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a pair of steel manacles and sprouted an impish grin.
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"May I try them on, Yvette?" she asked.
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"But of course, Mademoiselle," replied the maid, and then clamped
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the lovely blonde schoolgirl's wrists behind her back. Terry almost
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shuddered at the feel of cold steel on her bare skin. Immediately she
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felt terribly vulnerable and curiously erotic. Her naked breasts were
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forced out from behind her hair by the position of her arms and they
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were totally without protection.
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"Help!" she cried in mock despair, "save me from the Black
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Prince!" She was playing, true enough, but her nipples had grown
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rigid. Sue started to go along.
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"Yeah, Duchess," she quipped, "I'm afraid handsome white knights
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are like cops. When you really need one, where the hell are they?"
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They both laughed as Yvette came toward Terry with another metal
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contraption. She explained that the Black Prince cared little to hear
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the cries of captive young girls while he ate, so such problems would
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have to be solved with the brank. Then the maid asked if she would like
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to try it on as well.
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"Oh please, Yvette!" she replied, even after Sue shot her a
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disapproving glance, "I'd simply love to!" The device was made of very
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thin steel straps, the widest of which circled the mouth and was
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adjustable at the back of the head. The young blonds closed her eyes as
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Yvette closed the thing around her head and locked the steel collar
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around her neck with a small padlock.
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"This will keep you spirit in tow, Mademoiselle Terry," Yvette
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said as she worked with the brank.
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"Oh Sue," Terry bubbled, "it feels so excimmmmmffff!"
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"And this," Yvette continued as she adjusted the steel gag strap
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and the chin bar firmly against Terry's mouth, "will keep you silent."
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"MMMFFF!" Terry tried to shout. Her eyes were dancing with
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merriment, not fear, so Sue made no protest yet. But she felt the
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situation growing awkward when Yvette produced another steel brank and
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came toward her.
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"Mademoiselle Sue?" she asked in her sweet, pixie voice.
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"Maybe later," Sue replied.
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"MAYBE NOW!" Helga's commanding voice came from behind Sue as a
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pair of strong hands grasped her wrists and pulled them up behind her
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back to her shoulders. She had no time to protest. A short, girlish
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grunt was all she could get out before the cage was fixed firmly to her
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head and her lips pressed tightly against her teeth by the steel
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gagstrap.
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She struggled only for a moment before relaxing in Helga's
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obviously superior grip. A nod from the buxom cook and Yvette unzipped
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Sue's dress and pulled it down over her hips. A minute later and all of
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her clothes, save her high heels, were piled at her feet, and her wrists
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were being manacled together above her naked buttocks.
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"MMMFFF!" Terry tried again to make noise, but to no avail. This
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time, she was serious. Soon her slacks and panties were removed and she
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too stood naked but for her footwear and steel. She could not
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understand the calm resignation in Sue's eyes since she herself was
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beginning to get concerned. But Sue had been expecting something
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unusual for the money they were getting and this seemed to be it. Helga
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faced the girls and began to speak as the maid brought more steel
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bondage equipment over.
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"Ladies, I trust you'll get used to this since it will be your lot
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for quite some time. The Mistress will explain more about your
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situations this evening, but for now, you must trust me." Yvette was
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placing chastity belts on them which were made of steel and shaped like
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hearts in front. They also featured cold steel straps running up
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between their buttocks in the rear. They grunted as the devices were
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locked impossibly tight around their waists.
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"It is imperative," Helga continued, "that you know how it feels to
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be kidnapped, To be enslaved. To be in bondage. I'll leave you to
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gather your thoughts for a few hours, ladies. You shan't be
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disturbed. Come, Yvette."
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The petite maid finished locking still more steel equipment on
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their ankles and then left with Helga. By now, Terry realized that it
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was useless to try to speak, but she searched Sue's eyes in vain for
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some sign of the fear she was experiencing. Sue simply smiled back at
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her reassuringly with her eyes and then closed them in a serious attempt
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to relax. Terry was still confused, but if Sue wasn't afraid, then she
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would follow her friend's cue. After all, she had looked to Sue for the
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answers all through high school and Sue had always come through.
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The sea breeze floated in through the barred window and brought the
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warming afternoon sun with it. With her eyes still closed, Sue
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stretched and contorted herself to release any kinks and then settled in
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for the duration. Her beautiful blonde friend, who always had found her
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attractive, now sensed an exotic, erotic feeling in staring at her
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lush, nude body with all the metal binding it and making it vulnerable.
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"Sue," she thought, "you look absolutely delicious tonight in that
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outfit."
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<TO BE CONTINUED>
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MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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PART III
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Yvette was gentle with the girls as she prodded them through another
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torchlit tunnel later on that evening, yet the trip was difficult. The
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chains and other metal articles binding them were not particularly heavy,
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but trying to walk on rough stone floors in high heels with their
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extremities chained up proved to be an arduous task. The wicked clanging
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of their bonds combined with the vulnerability of their nakedness produced
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a twinge of fear in Terry and Sue that was both exhilarating and erotic at
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the same time.
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And they were tired, so terribly tired. The chains that had bound
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their necks to the dungeon walls had allowed freedom of movement, but that
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did not include laying down. They had been captives for more than five
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hours and, by then, just walking unfettered would have been exhaustive.
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Yvette had to help them up the steps to the chamber where they would meet
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their Mistress.
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Like the foyer, this chamber was lavishly furnished and huge. When
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Yvette left them, the girls just stood still and looked at the stone
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carvings and the tapestry work.
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"CRACK!" They darted their gaze toward the blazing fireplace at the
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far end of the chamber where they perceived a lady sitting in a queen anne
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chair facing away from them. They could see only the back of her head and
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part of a booted leg, but it was apparent that she was incredibly tall.
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When she rose and began walking toward them, both Terry and Sue immediately
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decided that this was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.
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She was even slightly taller than Helga though not quite so busty or
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brawny. Her elegantly coiffured blonde hair shimmered with a ghostly
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silver flame about her face. Her features were Celtic fresh and her smile
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was lovely, though measured. Her eyes were absolutely riveting. They
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seemed less like eyes than like blank windows, out of which peered a lost
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little girl.
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Her lithe, womanly figure could have not been better sculpted by
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Michelangelo and she used it well as she undulated toward them. Her
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stunning costume of black leotards, thigh length boots & leather gloves
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impressed the wide-eyed girls. She stopped in the middle of the room and
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slapped her riding crop against her boot with another sharp crack.
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Terry & Sue were jerked out of their stupor and Terry, who was still
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terribly confused, stepped in front of Sue and glared defiantly at their
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hostess. With her feet planted firmly on the floor and her breasts thrust
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forward, the young blonde captive presented quite a spectacle herself. The
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Mistress rested her riding crop in her free hand and gave the spunky slave
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an appreciative glance.
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"MMMMMM" she said in a low, velvet purr which was soft as a butterfly.
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"You are Theresa McArdle." The Mistress was suitably impressed. Sue moved
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forward to stand beside her friend. "And you must be Susan Hart." Her
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voice was so soft that they could hardly hear her. They nodded toward
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their hostess in unison.
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"I am Lady Miranda Thorne. You may think of me as the owner of this
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castle and your employer, but soon you will come to know me as your
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Mistress. I shall treat you carefully and lovingly for the next few
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months, but I shall indeed have control over your existence. I shall
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dominate your movements, your training, your comfort levels--yes,
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eventually even your thoughts." Terry and Sue looked at each other and
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then back at their Mistress as she continued her barely audible
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presentation.
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"Part of the tourist attraction here is the legend of two Arabian
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princesses who were held captive for ransom in this castle some eight
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centuries ago. As tour guides, Susan and Theresa, you will play the part of
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those princesses. You will lead the tours in bondage wearing several
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different costumes which I have already had made to your measurements. For
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some special tours, you may even be nude as you are now. I also plan to
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have some exclusive showings of the bondage devices and torture equipment
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downstairs in the dungeons. You ladies will be involved in those as well."
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Again, the girls glanced at one another to gauge their mutual
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reactions, but they had not yet learned to communicate with their eyes.
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Lady Miranda tilted her head and gave out a hearty laugh which sounded like
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it came from the next room.
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"That won't be for a few weeks, girls, and besides; I shan't force you
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to do any of these things. You'll be put through a rigorous training
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schedule for a few days and then, when I'm absolutely confident that you
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two are right for my purposes, you'll be given an opportunity to leave.
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What could be more fair?"
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"Before and after that time, you will be my captive princesses--
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subject to my every whim. I shall not compromise you in any way, but I
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shall push you to the limits of endurance." Lady Miranda tugged on a bell
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rope hanging from the wall and continued. "I do think we're to have a
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grand association, Susan and Theresa. I can see that even though you are
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frightened, the concept of slavery to me is not altogether unwelcome. I
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watched your nipples grow rigid as I spoke."
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Terry & Sue glanced down at their breasts and saw that she was right.
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Yvette arrived then and the Mistress told her to see to the girl's bodily
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needs and then put them up for the night. They were relieved to hear that
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they would soon be permitted to rest, but their hearts sank when, some
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thirty minutes later, they saw their accommodations for the evening.
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"My god, you've got to be kidding!" Sue thought when she spied the two
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steel cages suspended by chains from the ceiling. Yvette made her kneel
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and attached her collar to her ankles while she stripped Terry of her
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encumbrances. All EXCEPT the brank. The maid then undid some locks on
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the evil thing and the back of the cage fell away to the side.
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"Mademoiselle will step up into the cage now, s'il vous plait." she
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said. Her small, childlike hands grabbed Terry's arms and helped her step
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up on the minuscule platform, no wider than her feet, which was the bottom
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of the cage. Then she stood on a stool and, clasping Terry by the head,
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manipulated it until some strategically placed little fittings on her brank
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slid firmly into slots located in the top of the cage. Terry felt a sharp
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click and a slight pain in her head as the brank was locked tightly into
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the top of the cage.
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"MMMFFF!" she wined and her eyes widened when she realized that her
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head had literally become part of the cage.
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"Mademoiselle Terry will kindly place her hands on her derriere, palms
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outward." Yvette commanded. Terry felt the maid's hands pushing her
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farther into the cage until her breasts protruded through the steel straps
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in front. Soon she heard the hinges swing and felt the cool steel bands
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encircling and encasing every inch of her naked flesh. Yvette pulled the
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cage together and tightened until Terry's hips and thighs felt as though
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they were in a vise. Then there was another sharp click and Yvette busied
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herself adjusting the metal straps to conform all around Terry's body. A
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pull here and a shove there, and the poor schoolgirl was completely
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immobile. She could move nothing on her entire body save her eyes and her
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fingertips.
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"Voila!" exclaimed Yvette merrily and spun the victim around in her
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cage. Terry caught sight of the maid's sardonic smile with each revolution
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and the reality of her situation hit home. She was no longer a person but
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a thing; and ornament; a new toy for Lady Miranda. The cage finally
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stopped spinning and, by stretching her eyes as far left as possible, she
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was able to watch as the same fate was meted out to Sue. When both Terry
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and Sue were permanently ensconced in their cages, Yvette bid them farewell
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and left them alone.
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They could barely see each other out of the corners of their eyes.
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Only the occasional creaking of the chains reminded them that they were
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still together. Within and hour, every bone in their bodies ached and they
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had grown numb in two. Impossible as it may have seemed to them at first,
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sheer exhaustion allowed the poor, tortured captives to fall into merciful
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slumber.
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In the morning, Terry and Sue were immediately reminded that they were
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nothing but inanimate playthings. They were awakened by the sound of Yvette
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tidying up the chamber. Presently, she took a feather duster and whisked it all
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over their nude, imprisoned bodies. She moved up close behind Terry and, as
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she fluttered the duster playfully around her breasts, her fingers pinched the
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poor girl cruelly on the bottom. She laughed out loud as poor Terry tried to
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whine in pain through the gagstrap.
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Their morning ablutions completed, Terry & Sue were taken to the
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scullery in chains and fed. This brought a most welcome respite from the
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hideous steel branks that had tortured their heads and mouths since the moment
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they had arrived. Helga appeared presently with a plate for each of them
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looking like a magnificent Nordic goddess. Her sexy, muscular physique was
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completely naked and her lovely blonde hair was arranged coquettishly on top
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of her head.
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"Good morning, ladies," she said. "I trust you caught a few hours
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sleep." Terry moved her head as if to speak, but Helga cut off her words.
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"No Miss McArdle, you are not permitted to speak. Your brank was removed to
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allow for your meal, but you are to remain silent for now."
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The mealtime passed all too quickly for the captives and they were
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immediately locked up in their branks again when it was over. Then their
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wrists were re-manacled behind their backs and attached by very short chains
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to their metal collars. Yvette came down the stairs to eat and the girls
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glanced at her as they were led away.
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They entered a large chamber which was bare of furnishings save for two
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steel monstrosities which appeared to be grotesque hobby horses. Helga
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explained that they were `training' mounts and prodded Sue toward one of them.
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In one shocking move, Helga scooped the young brunette up in her arms and
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placed her on one of the steel saddles with a flair.
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"MMMMFFFF!" Sue whimpered when she felt the cold steel against her bare
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buttocks. Terry watched with growing admiration as the blonde amazon clamped
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Sue's ankles into ankle cuffs fixed to the base of the horse. When it was her
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turn, she almost welcomed Helga's arms around her. When both of the girls
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were in place on their steeds, Helga locked large metal rings around their
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waists and chained them to the horses for further stability.
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"I hope you enjoyed breakfast, girls, and that you ate well. You are to
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remain here until dinnertime." Helga's words went straight through their
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hearts. They were expecting some sort of discomfort as part of their
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|
training; but all day? "Come now, Miss Hart," Helga went on, " you needn't
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look so desolate. Young squires no more than twelve years old sat on these
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very steeds all day long for weeks at a time to encourage a sense of balance
|
|
and poise while mounted in battle. And they had to hold shields and weapons
|
|
as well." Then she added, "Of course, their wrists weren't chained to their
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necks."
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She blew a kiss at the girls and then moved toward the door. Both Terry
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|
and Sue had to admire their jailer's body as her buttocks shifted sensuously
|
|
to and fro. The door closed and the poor captives were alone again to ponder
|
|
and endure their slavery. The hours ticked by slowly and painfully--first
|
|
one, then two, and then who knows how many?
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|
Terry was the first to grow weary and began to fall over. Pain shot down
|
|
her imprisoned ankle and her chains rattled sharply as she straightened up in
|
|
the saddle. She looked over to Sue and noticed that her friend was shedding a
|
|
tear. As the hours dragged on, they warned each other with a shrill whine, or
|
|
by rattling their chains, when one or the other began to fall over. And when
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|
at last they were taken down from the horses, fed and chained up in the
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|
dungeon as they had been the previous day, they realized that they had made it
|
|
through the ordeal by stamina, cooperation and genuine friendship.
|
|
Even chained up tight as a drum, they were able to maneuver their bonds
|
|
and their bodies to a position which allowed them to sit next to each other.
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|
Terry rested her head on Sue's shoulder and they enjoyed a few hours sleep.
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|
Around ten o'clock, Yvette led them from the dungeon to the room with the
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|
hanging cages and their sighs of disappointment almost drowned out the sound
|
|
of approaching rain.
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|
This time, however, they relaxed their naked bodies against the bars of
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|
the cage and worked themselves into something that approached comfort. When
|
|
Yvette came in at midnight to build up a fire against the dropping
|
|
temperature, they were both sound asleep.
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<TO BE CONTINUED> MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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PART IV
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"Oh, how lovely!" Sue thought as she and Terry were led outside after
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breakfast the next morning. They had not seen daylight for two days and the
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|
morning air tasted sweet in their nostrils. Helga was her usual cheerful
|
|
self, dressed in nothing more than an apron as she pranced in front of her
|
|
captives. When she stopped the procession and removed all the chains and
|
|
other steel bindings from the girls bodies, they nearly leapt for joy. Terry
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|
smiled gratefully at the cook as she rubbed the slight red indentations from
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|
her limbs.
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"Do not hold too dearly to your comfort, girls, your training is far
|
|
from complete," she said. "Please move on ahead of me." The naked
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|
schoolgirls made their way into a clearing and saw two poles imbedded in the
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|
lawn near the beehives. They each had crossbeams at the top and looked like
|
|
two huge parrot perches. Terry and Sue realized at once that these two
|
|
wooden gibbets were for them.
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|
Again they were lifted off the ground by the impressive Helga and tied
|
|
to the crosses with many lengths of rope. All of their weight rested on
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|
their shoulders and the ropes cut viciously into their flesh. It was
|
|
strenuous and very painful, but there was one bright spot. They were gagged
|
|
with lengths of cloth pulled tightly between their teeth and not with the
|
|
horrible branks.
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|
Again, it was a punishment they would have to endure all day, but they
|
|
had learned to pace themselves. They settled into their lot with a few
|
|
bodily manipulations and then closed their eyes. Helga stared approvingly at
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|
Sue who was the first to stop squirming. The contours of her breasts
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|
protruded defiantly out from her chest to reach the sun.
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|
"How lovely," Helga mused under her breath and went back inside the
|
|
castle to continue her work. She emerged again later on in the afternoon to
|
|
check on her lonely slaves and to add some spice to their training. Both
|
|
Terry and Sue had their eyes closed against the midday sun and were breathing
|
|
heavily through their nostrils. Their firm, smooth bodies glistened in the
|
|
sun and they looked like brilliant gemstones in sensuous display. Helga
|
|
moved up to Terry who was whimpering faintly through her gag with each
|
|
breath. She pinched the sexy blonde on the thigh to arouse her and then
|
|
produced what was clearly a jar of honey.
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|
The poor schoolgirl quickly flashed to the significance of the nearby
|
|
beehives and tried to scream through the cloth which was stuffed into her
|
|
mouth. Her screams were muffled but clear enough to rouse Sue, who twisted
|
|
her head painfully to see what was going on.
|
|
Helga dipped a brush into the honey and began smearing the rich, gooey
|
|
substance all over Terry's heaving bosoms. She lingered over the nipples and
|
|
kept glancing up at her eyes as she covered both breasts completely. Then
|
|
she brushed copious amounts of honey on the young girl's rib cage, tummy and
|
|
then slapped each hip with the brush.
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|
Terry's eyes darted over to the beehives as Helga kissed her on the
|
|
buttock and moved over to Sue. She covered the brunette's chest quickly with
|
|
honey and, to Sue's curiosity, added a generous extra dab to her left nipple.
|
|
"Goodness," Helga said with a sunshine smile, "that's too much." With
|
|
that, she stood on tiptoes and brought her lips up to the schoolgirl's
|
|
dripping breast. She gently clamped her soft smile over the slave's nipple
|
|
and sucked the excess honey into her mouth with a slow, undulating movement.
|
|
Then she let go of the nipple with a wet popping sound and winked at her.
|
|
Sue might have pondered this curious attention had she not been
|
|
listening to Terry's futile attempts at screaming. They each then watched
|
|
frightfully as the swarming bees sallied further and further from their hives
|
|
with each circle. Terry's whimpering grew more frenzied as the insects drew
|
|
nearer to their naked vulnerability. Soon the bees were circling all around
|
|
both of the girls who had shut their eyes as tightly as they could. Many
|
|
minutes passed as they waited for the sharp singers to pierce their skin, but
|
|
none came. Sue opened one eye and saw that the bees were all around, but none
|
|
were landing on their honey smeared bodies. And Helga was enjoying uproarious
|
|
laughter off to the side.
|
|
"I mixed insect repellent with the honey, darlings," Helga laughed. The
|
|
honey brings them here, and the repellent keeps them from landing." Both
|
|
girls sighed with relief. It was a cruel joke, but one that prepared them for
|
|
anything.
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|
That evening, as Yvette was stuffing them into their cages, they
|
|
resolved individually to see the program through. They realized that all the
|
|
people at Castle Thorne were true to their word, if a trifle strange. And, in
|
|
a way, the firm yet loving way of their captivity was somewhat satisfying in
|
|
an erotic sense.
|
|
The next day, the final one of their training, Terry & Sue were
|
|
expecting the very worst--and did not get it. They were outside again and the
|
|
only metal on them was the collars around their necks. Helga had them chained
|
|
by the neck to two wooden stakes placed side by side in the garden. Their
|
|
lush, nude bodies were secured to the stakes with several lengths of rope and
|
|
their wrists had been lashed behind their backs. Their gags were again made
|
|
of cloth as opposed to metal.
|
|
Helga tested the ropes running above and below Terry's lovely round
|
|
breasts and stepped back to view the tableau. She told them that even though
|
|
the bondage was less strenuous, it would be long. They were to remain bound
|
|
and naked in the garden until midnight without food or water. And there was
|
|
something else.
|
|
"Look at the maze, Miss McArdle and Miss Hart," she directed. Their
|
|
attention focused on a meticulously clipped cluster of hedges some eight feet
|
|
high. "It seems to go on forever, and legend has it that several people who
|
|
have entered it have never returned. Supposedly, there's a hideous deformed
|
|
person who lives nearby and hides in the hedges waiting for unsuspecting
|
|
wanderers."
|
|
Helga hooked a fingertip into Terry's gag and brushed lightly against
|
|
her upper lip. "Of course, we don't believe such garbage do we?" Terry's
|
|
eyes were wide. Sue's eyes laughed above the gag. No, she certainly did not.
|
|
Helga left them and they again settled in for the duration. Sue closed
|
|
her eyes and rested her head back against the wooden stake. Terry spent a
|
|
little time drinking in her friend's beautiful breasts and hips. She longed
|
|
to kiss them and touch them--to possess this girl who had been her best friend
|
|
all through their teenage years.
|
|
Suddenly, there was a rustling from the hedges. Terry's eyes swung
|
|
around and her heart slowed and skipped a beat. Another movement of the
|
|
hedges and her back tingled. She struggled against her bonds and made some
|
|
noise to rouse Sue who merely opened her eyes.
|
|
The rustling of the hedges moved closer and closer, until whoever was
|
|
making the noise was almost at the mouth of the maze. Poor Terry's breathing
|
|
had doubled and her eyes were as wide as saucers. She just could not believe
|
|
Sue's aplomb. She shut her eyes and bit down hard on her gag just as the
|
|
figure appeared before her. And what a figure it was!
|
|
She was tall, with the smoothest, shiniest, blackest long hair the girls
|
|
had ever seen. She was a beautiful Asian girl, about thirty years old, with
|
|
full breasts and very large voluptuous hips and buttocks. On someone else,
|
|
her large round buttocks might have been too big. On her, they were
|
|
majestically sensuous. They could tell so much about her figure as it
|
|
approached them because she seemed to have the same disdain for clothing as
|
|
Helga. And as everyone else in the castle, for that matter.
|
|
"My name is Niko," she said. "I do the gardening here. Did I make
|
|
enough noise to scare you?" Sue and Terry smiled with their eyes at each
|
|
other and looked back at the gardener. It was hard to buy her as the
|
|
gardener, yet it seemed to fit the pattern. This place was full of beautiful
|
|
women. Niko chatted to them for awhile and apologized for not removing their
|
|
gags. "Helga told me about you girls, but she didn't say you were so
|
|
beautiful.." Their eyes brightened. "It's been nice talking to you, Miss
|
|
Hart, Miss McArdle. I have more work to do now. It'll be wonderful having
|
|
you here, believe me."
|
|
The lovely oriental turned on her heel and moved her generous buttocks
|
|
back and forth as she moved back in the maze again. Terry and Sue settled
|
|
back in again as comfortably as possible. They still had fifteen hours in
|
|
front of them.
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|
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< TO BE CONTINUED > MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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PART V
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|
After Terry and Sue had finished their midnight supper and were
|
|
bathed, Yvette clamped wide rings around their waists and chained their
|
|
wrists to them in back. Chains and collars were added to their necks and
|
|
then they were gagged with handkerchiefs pulled into their mouths. They
|
|
were led upstairs to the most elegantly furnished chamber the girls had
|
|
yet seen. At the maid's direction, they crawled onto a high, king size
|
|
bed. Then they were left alone to wait for their Mistress.
|
|
"Magnificent!" whispered Lady Miranda as she moved out of the
|
|
shadows in the corner of the room. "Simply magnificent!" She was again
|
|
dressed in her fetching black leotard. Terry got up on her knees as her
|
|
Mistress walked around the bed to address them. "I understand from my
|
|
servants that both of you have come through the training program much
|
|
better than anyone could have expected." Her understated smile and
|
|
overstated compliments made their hearts soar. She told them that she
|
|
could not have hoped for two more perfect tour guides.
|
|
"And now Theresa, Susan, I'll have your decisions," she said. "I
|
|
assure you that you'll have to endure nothing more arduous than you have
|
|
already done. Additionally, I'll add another 5,000 pounds to your
|
|
accounts when you leave, if you'll stay the summer." She allowed them a
|
|
moment they did not need for the extra enticement sink in. Their chains
|
|
rattled as they nodded their heads energetically in unison.
|
|
"That's marvelous," Lady Miranda replied softly to their silent
|
|
affirmations. "I'm delighted you've decided to stay. Tomorrow night
|
|
there will be a gathering of my most influential friends and business
|
|
associates. They book the very special tours that go through Castle
|
|
Thorne and I simply can't wait till they feast their eyes on you two."
|
|
Sue & Terry glanced down at their nakedness. "Oh, you'll be dressed for
|
|
the occasion, albeit in the sexiest evening gowns I could imagine. But,
|
|
I do hope you've lost any inhibitions you might have had about your
|
|
bodies."
|
|
Lady Miranda then sat down between them. "And now, girls, I'll tell
|
|
you a bedtime story. You will learn the most minute details of the
|
|
history of this castle before the season begins, but this will give you
|
|
something to think about in the meantime. My ancestor, Sir Jeffrey
|
|
Thorne and his wife, Lady Anne, were nobles of the Norman race. They
|
|
built this castle in the twelfth century inside the confines of an
|
|
ancient Roman fortification. The Romans were part of the armies of
|
|
Hadrian, which had arrived a millennium before at the zenith of the
|
|
empire.
|
|
Sir Jeffrey left Britain with The Order of St. John of Jerusalem to
|
|
accompany King Richard on his third crusade to the holy land. They
|
|
arrived at their destination in 1191; just in time to participate with
|
|
King Phillip of France in the siege of the city of Acre. The repelled
|
|
Saladin's relief army and mounted many assaults against the walls of the
|
|
fortress until Acre finally fell to the aggressors on 3 July 1191. Sir
|
|
Jeffrey, along with the other nobles, proceeded to gather up the spoils
|
|
of war.
|
|
One day, he came upon an auction at which the many wives and
|
|
concubines of the defeated sultans were being sold as slaves. Of
|
|
particular note were two young girls who displayed almost regal bearing
|
|
and poise than the other slaves. They were naked save for a minuscule
|
|
undergarment which barely concealed their virgin pussies and for a few
|
|
ornamental trinkets. Their wrists were bound behind them and an uncouth
|
|
slaver was dragging them roughly up to the auction block by chains around
|
|
their necks.
|
|
Sir Jeffrey was tantalized by their nubile young bodies and incensed
|
|
at the harsh treatment they were receiving. Without hesitation, he leapt
|
|
upon the auction block and dealt the slaver a crushing blow to the face
|
|
with his massive fist. The slaver's nose spouted blood all over his
|
|
beard as he slumped unconsciously to the wooden platform. Then Sir
|
|
Jeffrey dropped a leather pouch full of coins at the slaver's feet and
|
|
led the two dark-haired, doe-eyed beauties to his carriage.
|
|
As the carriage sped toward the sea, Sir Jeffrey learned that their
|
|
names were Ferra and Jasmine, and that they were both eighteen years old,
|
|
and that they had been hostages to the slain sultan for the past two
|
|
years. "We are the daughters of the Caliph of Baghdad. We were abducted
|
|
from a caravan by the evil Sultan and held for ransom." Ferra spoke in a
|
|
thick but enchanting arabic accent.
|
|
"But how can you be sisters and still be the same age?" asked Sir
|
|
Jeffrey. "Your beauty is unquestionable, but you do not favor your
|
|
sister."
|
|
"My Lord," Ferra replied, "We have another sister and two brothers
|
|
also born the same year. My father has more wives than he can count in a
|
|
single breath."
|
|
The carriage arrived at the dock and Sir Jeffrey's newest
|
|
acquisitions were placed in the hands of Captain Tremayne, his seagoing
|
|
partner in adventure. He was a tall, robust, muscular man with a patch
|
|
covering one eye, a souvenir of past adventures. Sir Jeffrey told him to
|
|
set sail at the next tide and reminded him, as agreed, he should deliver
|
|
4/5's of all the treasure he had collected in the holy land to his wife
|
|
in Britain. Then he could keep the rest for himself.
|
|
"And the wenches, Thorne," asked the captain, "what about them?"
|
|
"They are mine, not to be shared in any way. Deliver them to the
|
|
Lady Anne and inform her that they are being held for ransom from the
|
|
Caliph of Baghdad."
|
|
"I'll take good care of them, Thorne," said Tremayne through a smile
|
|
that sent a chill to the girl's very souls. Sir Jeffrey grabbed his arm.
|
|
"You'll answer to my spear if you haem them or use them harshly. Do
|
|
you understand?" The captain nodded his head and wrenched his arm from
|
|
Sir Jeffrey's grip. With that, the crusading knight went away in his
|
|
carriage to continue his adventures. As soon as the carriage was out of
|
|
sight, Tremayne stripped the princesses of what little clothing they had
|
|
and tossed their trinkets and jewelry to the crewmen on the boat. Then
|
|
he trussed up their nude bodies tightly with many lengths of rope and
|
|
gagged them effectively with huge wads of knotted cloth. Finally, he
|
|
dragged the poor maidens up to the bow of the boat and lashed them to the
|
|
mast in a sitting position.
|
|
"He told us not to harm them or use them," Tremayne said mockingly
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to his crew, "but he didn't say we couldn't look at them." Ferra and
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Jasmine hung their heads and sobbed violently as the crew stood around
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them and leered at them, their chins dripping with lust. The ship set
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sail for Britain shortly thereafter.
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Lady Anne was no more generous to the stolen princesses than Trmayne
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when they reached Castle Thorne. One look at their supple hips and their
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firm globular breasts and she knew that this tale of ransom must be the
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purest lie. She kept them chained and gagged in the dungeon at all times
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and mistreated them cruelly whenever it pleased her to do so. She
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tortured them with various punishment devices and kept them from sleep
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for days at a time. They were fed from the bowls of animals and even
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then only when the animals had eaten their fill. Within a few months,
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they perished from Lady Anne's vicious maltreatment.
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Sir Jeffrey was told, when he returned the following year, that they
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had died of the plague. The news broke his heart, for he had truly
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fallen in love with them, or at least their memory, and had longed for
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them and dreamed of them through his travels. Lady Anne laughed
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inwardly, as outwardly she at least bereaved the loss of the hostages and
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the ransom they would have brought.
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"Legend has it that Sir Jeffrey still roams the castle at night;
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searching for his lost arabian princesses. We don't, of course, believe
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in ghosts, do we girls?" asked Lady Miranda. Terry and Sue shook their
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heads dutifully. "But we do believe in money. That's where you two come
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into the picture. As tour guides, and as demonstrators of the bondage
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equipment, you will play the parts of the princesses. You will be Ferra
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and Jasmine for whom Sir Jeffrey pines away."
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Having ended her story, Lady Miranda did a very surprising thing.
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She released Terry and Sue from all their bindings and gags and bid them
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to lay down on the bed. She said that they had earned a good rest and
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that nobody would disturb them since they needed to be fresh and cheerful
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for the party the following evening.
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They climbed under the covers quickly, and once Lady Miranda left,
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they talked at length. They had kept silent for almost three days
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straight.
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"Sue, I'm so glad you're here with me. I was so scared when Niko
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came out of the maze."
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"They're not going to harm us, Duchess," said Sue. "And though
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money doesn't mean much to you, ten thousand pounds is more money than
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I've ever had at one time in my life. We can pay for the damned car
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without bothering your father and go home with a nest egg." Sue began to
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yawn as the tremendous strain of the past few days caught up with her.
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They continued talking until sheer exhaustion overcame them and they
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drifted off to sleep. It was just as well, for Terry might not have been
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able to resist Sue's naked body had she an ounce of strength left. They
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slept deeply and comfortably and Lady Miranda was true to her word. They
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were not disturbed.
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They woke some time in the middle of the following afternoon and
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were fed in the room. Terry was sitting naked at the vanity when Yvette
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came to take the trays and she asked the maid to tell the cook that the
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meal was delicious.
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"Why thank you Miss McArdle!" said Helga cheerfully as she entered
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the room. Her lovely smile was always captivating and Terry was pleased
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to see her. She was wearing a fetching blue leotard and Terry remarked
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to herself that it was the first time she had seen her with her breasts
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covered. She had brought their evening clothes and set them on the bed
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as Sue emerged from the bathroom drying herself with a towel. Sue
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mentioned that they had found most of their things, but had not seen
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anything of the clothes they had brought with them.
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"Well, Miss Hart, I'm afraid we've stored them elsewhere in the
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castle," Helga replied. "The Mistress will dictate your wardrobe for the
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time you both are here." Sue raised her eyebrows. "It's all part of the
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atmosphere. You and Miss McArdle, though well-paid, are truly in slavery
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here."
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By this time, Terry was holding an ice-blue evening gown against her
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body and gushing with excitement. Sue inspected some of the lingerie
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Helga had brought and both girls glanced up as Yvette reentered with two
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very long tubes made of black leather and sporting several straps and
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pieces of rawhide lacing.
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The girls demurred and dutifully allowed Helga and Yvette to lace
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their arms tightly behind them in the shiny leather single gloves. Then,
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they were "dressed" in stockings, cut little ribbon garters and high
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heels. Finally, after applying make-up to their faces and fixing their
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hair, the maid and the cook led them down to a comfortably furnished
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sitting room. Once they were seated, Sue was bound at the ankles and
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knees and a ballgag was forced into her mouth.
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Yvette produced a bottle of fine champagne and proffered it to Terry
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who glanced at her brunette friend. Yvette said she would also have some
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wine once Terry had drunk her fill. They were to share this rare,
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vintage in celebration of their coming debut. Once Terry had drained the
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glass, Yvette poured another for her and put it to her lips. After the
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third glass, Yvette bound her legs and gagged her as well.
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As Yvette moved toward Sue, Helga's voice called from down the hall
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and the maid left the room. Sue sighed rather impatiently and began
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looking around the room. Terry, however, was sinking into fantasy as the
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champagne and her own suppressed desires grabbed hold of her. Her eyes
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roamed and inspected Sue's nude, fettered body and cursed herself for not
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|
having taken advantage of it the night before. All through their high
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school years, she had longed to kiss her friend meaningfully, right on
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the lips, but had feared rejection.
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At that moment, Terry wanted to ravage Sue's body and to hell with
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rejection. She would cut through the protestations by binding the lovely
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brunette's arms tightly with rope and gagging her with tape and cloth and
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whatever else was necessary to keep her from saying no. Her hands
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tingled inside the glove. They longed to fondle Sue's hips. Terry
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closed her eyes and imagined herself devouring Sue's trussed up body with
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every fibre of her being. Her lips gently creased Sue's nipples and her
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tongue lolled around her areola. She could even smell the woman-scented
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warmth emanating from her girlfriend's breasts. She was planting kisses
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|
all over the brunette's chest and ribcage and was moving down between her
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sensuous hips when the spell was abruptly shattered.
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"Your turn, Mademoiselle Sue!" Yvette's sweet, metallic voice rang
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through the air as she returned to the room. She popped the ball-gag out
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|
of Sue's mouth and then to Terry's delight, Sue pursued her lips across
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|
as her as if she was blowing a kiss. When Sue had finished her third
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glass, she and Terry were again admonished to deport themselves in a
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provocative manner at the party. Then Yvette removed took them back to
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their room, removed their bonds and helped them dress for the evening.
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<TO BE CONTINUED>
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MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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PART VI
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For the first time since her arrival at Castle Thorne, Sue was
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frightened. Maybe it was the blindfold--she was not sure. Possibly she was
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disconcerted at having been separated from Terry. These thoughts raced
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|
through her mind as she waited for the Mistress to say good-bye to the party
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|
guests. Her torso was bound up and her wrists were lashed to what appeared to
|
|
be a ballet bar standing at the side of the grand ballroom. Such had been her
|
|
station for the final hour of the party, and she was keenly aware that she was
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|
being punished. Yes, that was the thing that frightened her. She had fallen
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into disfavor.
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One of the men at the party had made it known that he fully expected her
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to share his bed sometime soon and she had replied by pouring her drink into
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his pocket. Helga immediately bound her to the ballet bar in full view of all
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the guests and gagged her with a ball gag. Sue was accustomed to such
|
|
treatment by then and she was even fully clothed. Yet this was different.
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|
People were milling around her and making comments about the more interesting
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|
parts of her body. Every so often she felt a tentative hand slip through the
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slit of her dress and slide along the thigh. The worst thing, though, had
|
|
been the look in Lady Miranda's eyes before the blindfold was pulled tightly
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|
around her head. This had little to do with fantasy slavery or even erotic
|
|
bondage. This was anger. It would mean punishment.
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Sue heard a snap of Lady Miranda's fingers and then felt a thin, childish
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pair of hands lift her dress up over her waist and pull down her panties and
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|
hose. Terror struck her heart as her bare buttocks were exposed and thrust
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|
out behind her due to her bent-over position. Her legs were forced apart so
|
|
her ankles could be tied to the posts of the ballet bar and she imagined how
|
|
obscene she must look from behind. The Mistress whispered in her ear that
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|
since it was her first mistake she would only give her five strokes. Then she
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kissed her on the cheek. And though the spanking was painful, the worst part
|
|
was her inability to move. Or even to scream. Or for that matter to see.
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When the ordeal was over, Yvette was told to take the slave down into one of
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the less scenic dungeons and make her comfortable for the night.
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Terry fared little better after the party. Helga took her into the
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|
dining hall, stripped her down to her stockings and garterbelt and made her
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|
lie face-down on one of the tables. She bound the slave's ankles and knees
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|
and then her wrists and elbows behind her. A big rubber ball was stuffed into
|
|
her mouth and secured with a wide piece of tape before the cook left to clean
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|
up after the party guests.
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|
The dining hall being next to the grand ballroom. Terry though she might
|
|
be able to hear what was going on there, but Lady Miranda's heather soft voice
|
|
would not carry that far. But soon, she did hear an unmistakable whistle,
|
|
followed be a sharp crack of rawhide against bare skin. Her heart went out to
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|
her friend in the next room and with each successive blow, she grimaced as if
|
|
she herself was being struck with the whip. Soon the Mistress was standing in
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the doorway, having finished with the disobedient slave, and Terry knew that
|
|
it must be her turn.
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|
Lady Miranda had changed out of her formal clothes into an erotically
|
|
tight bodysuit made of shiny black lycra. It was cut very low at the bosom
|
|
and it outlined every muscle, tendon, curve & crevice of her lovely figure.
|
|
Terry was glad to be lying on her belly so that the Mistress would not see her
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|
nipples growing harder as she approached. A long, flexible rod slid out of
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|
the folds of her cape as she slinked over to the table where Terry lay
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|
quivering. She ran a fingertip deftly over the bound schoolgirl's bare
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|
buttock and sighed. "You have the cutest little buns in the world, Theresa,"
|
|
she said. "I pray I'll never have to put a mark on them. In the future, I
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|
will punish both for the transgression of either. Is that clear?" Terry
|
|
nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek for Sue. Then, as an afterthought,
|
|
Lady Miranda bent Terry's legs at the knees and brought her ankles up behind
|
|
her thighs. Next she tied the poor girl's ankles to her elbows causing a
|
|
painful arching of her back.
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|
"MMMFFF!" came a groan from the slave as the pain in her back
|
|
overshadowed the one in her mouth. Lady Miranda made a remark about how Terry
|
|
looked good enough to eat and then left. An hour later, Helga came to release
|
|
her, but she did not take her to bed. Instead, she dressed her in a white bra
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|
and panty set and led her downstairs to the dungeons. She hoped she would see
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|
Sue, but instead, she was placed in a large ornate throne sitting in the
|
|
middle of the corridor. Helga bound her tightly to the chair and then removed
|
|
the huge ball from her mouth. Terry spoke quickly as the cook readied a new
|
|
gag.
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|
"Sue and I don't want to sleep with the customers." There. She said
|
|
it. Helga smiled at the beautiful blonde and brushed away the bangs at her
|
|
forehead.
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|
"Dear, sweet child," she cooed, "you won't have to. Sue was punished
|
|
for insulting a guest, not for refusing his advances." Helga then gagged her
|
|
with a handkerchief and then, placing her palms on Terry's naked thighs,
|
|
looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you remember the story of Sir Jeffrey and
|
|
the captive princesses?" she asked. Terry nodded meekly. "It is said that he
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|
used to sit in this very throne and dream about his maidens for entire
|
|
evenings." Helga was, for the first time, without a smile. "I want you to
|
|
think about him. Think about the legend. Feel him with you. Experience his
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|
sorrow." Her smile returned and she kissed the wide-eyed blonde on the
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|
forehead. "You will do that for me, won't you?" Terry nodded and the buxom
|
|
blonde cook kissed her daintily on each nipple, sending shivers all over her
|
|
breasts.
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|
"That sure is silly!" Terry thought when Helga was gone. Still, Helga
|
|
had accomplished her mission. The poor girl could not help but think about
|
|
Sir Jeffrey and the legend........time dragged on and she noticed an energy in
|
|
the air which seemed to hum like a swarm of bees, though she could not hear
|
|
anything. An uneasiness took hold of her heart as she felt stared at. She
|
|
smelled a sudden whiff of mustiness, like an attic filled with antiques, and
|
|
the frenzied waves of energy grew more intense with every beat of her heart.
|
|
Something was going to happen. It was like waiting for a clap of thunder
|
|
after seeing the lightning flash.
|
|
Suddenly, it became comfortably, lovingly warm. The goose-bumps left
|
|
her skin and a gentle, tepid tingle ran in little drops all over her body.
|
|
Terry looked down and saw an odd mist beginning to envelop her body from the
|
|
ankles to her knees. It was odd because it was solid and because it centered
|
|
around her and was nowhere else in the room. It further congealed into creamy
|
|
white snakes of vapor and slithered all over her naked torso. The terrified
|
|
girl knew that she MUST be hallucinating!
|
|
She watched in utter fascination as the fingers of smoke streamed back
|
|
and forth across her breasts and delved in and out of her lingerie. Then all
|
|
of the mist stopped, changed direction and dipped down between her thighs.
|
|
Terry closed her eyes in erotic rapture and she envisioned a hand grabbing at
|
|
her pussy and caressing it. As suddenly as it came, it left her and streamed
|
|
off down the hall. Terry trembled all over and tried to shake away the fear
|
|
that was little abated by her auto-erotic imagination. Gathering all her
|
|
courage, she twisted around in the throne and looked down the corridor.
|
|
She expected, hoped, that she would not see the mist, yet there it was,
|
|
gathering into an eerie, blue-grey glow. The glow evolved into a tall, brawny
|
|
figure of a man. His face was white with coal-black eyes, and his garb was
|
|
that of an eleventh century knight, or so she assumed. She knew down deep
|
|
inside she was in the presence of Sir Jeffrey Thorne. She whipped her body
|
|
back into the throne and screamed into her gag for all she was worth.
|
|
The sound of Sir Jeffrey's boots came down the corridor and Terry
|
|
screamed again, shaking her head back and forth in wild, desperate abandon.
|
|
She clenched her eyes tight when the apparition stopped behind the throne and
|
|
her blood turned to ice. She gave way to blessed madness as her thoughts lost
|
|
some of their lucidity. An unexpectedly warm hand caressed her cheek. Just
|
|
before she lost consciousness, she could barely make out five heavily accented
|
|
words spoken directly into her ear. "My princess! You have returned!"
|
|
Sue's part of the dungeon was just down the hall from the hallway where
|
|
Terry sat ensconced on the throne, but neither had any idea where the other
|
|
might be. It appeared as though they were about to spend their first night
|
|
apart, but Sue was understandably oblivious to the fortunes of her girlfriend
|
|
at the moment. For the first time, she was unsure of her ability to cope with
|
|
the situation.
|
|
"Oh god!" she thought, "I can't spend the whole night like this!"
|
|
Indeed the bondage was intricate and painful with a little genuine torture
|
|
thrown in for good measure. She had her ankles cuffed to a steel
|
|
pole emanating up out of the floor and sporting a cruel-looking device at the
|
|
top. The device was an array of jagged teeth which protruded into the girls
|
|
pussy and the crack between her buttocks. The back of the thing was also made
|
|
of sharp steel points which dug into her soft ass. Her wrists & knees were
|
|
bound with rope and she was collared to the wall behind her with a short chain
|
|
causing her to back up against the "punishment chair". Her gag was the ever-
|
|
present, ever-popular ballgag, which tortured the mouth whilst silencing it.
|
|
Sue tried to keep her skin away from the teeth by standing on her
|
|
tiptoes and arching her back, but she knew it was only a matter of time before
|
|
she would give out and the blood would begin to flow down her legs. Time
|
|
dragged on and every second seemed like an eternity her head swam with
|
|
exhaustion and terror. Then her attention was distracted by a flash of
|
|
blinding light and a low-pitched, eerie sound of laughter.
|
|
The schoolgirl opened her eyes to catch a quick, furtive glimpse of
|
|
Sir Jeffrey sitting at a nearby table. He was laughing and leering at her
|
|
through black, fathomless eyes. Sue was only minimally fearful since she was
|
|
convinced that Sir Jeffrey was only a hallucination born of suffering. Still,
|
|
he seemed so real that she began to wonder. Then he rose to come toward her
|
|
and she cringed against the realization that he might really be there!
|
|
Sue screamed through her ballgag just as the apparition vanished and the
|
|
dungeon grew dark again. She allowed her heart to palpitate for a moment and
|
|
then perked her ears up as she sensed someone coming down the hall. It was
|
|
Lady Miranda and she was screaming furiously about something. The Mistress
|
|
was the last person the slave wanted to see. but she would do just about
|
|
anything to relieve her present situation.
|
|
The Mistress' voice was not loud, but vehement--like that of a hundred
|
|
snakes hissing at a common enemy. The sound came closer and closer until Lady
|
|
Miranda finally entered Sue's part of the dungeon dragging poor Terry by the
|
|
hair.
|
|
"Release her!" she hissed at Yvette as she pointed toward Sue. A minute
|
|
later, Sue and Terry were lying on the cold stone floor and looking up timidly
|
|
at their tormentor.
|
|
"I came to see about your friend here, Susan, and she cringed away from
|
|
my touch. Lady Miranda was livid. "I ungagged her and she dribbled out some
|
|
childish tale of ghosts and spirits. She actually says she saw my ancestor,
|
|
Sir Jeffrey Thorne. "What do you think of that, my dear?" Sue raised her
|
|
eyebrows and glanced over at Terry. This, unfortunately, made the Mistress
|
|
more angry than before. "Well girls," she continued through her teeth, "since
|
|
you two know him so well, perhaps you'll be kind enough to introduce me to
|
|
him.
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|
<TO BE CONTINUED> MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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PART VII
|
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|
A fine mist hung stagnant in the air and, at three o'clock in the
|
|
morning, the moon was still high enough to blanket the estate with a soft,
|
|
blue glow. There were no nocturnal creatures flying around or leaping from
|
|
tree limb to tree limb or scurrying through the tall grass. No, they had long
|
|
since found more suitable places to forage for their livelihood. Only a lone
|
|
ground squirrel who just happened to wander into the area broke the silence of
|
|
the little forest. Food was abundant on the ground around him and he was so
|
|
busy gathering it that he failed to notice the human voices coming toward him
|
|
until it was almost too late. When the furry little creature finally perked
|
|
up and stood motionless, the voices came up the hill before him.
|
|
He had seen humans before and the fact that two of them were naked,
|
|
bound, chained at the neck, and being led on leashes by the third was not
|
|
alarming. The fact that he could smell civilization on them was. His
|
|
powerful legs sprang up and he was out of the area in a second or two, having
|
|
left his gatherings in a pile.
|
|
Terry was the only one to have seen the little animal scamper away, and,
|
|
for a fleeting moment, he was a picture of freedom to her. She struggled to
|
|
keep her balance as Lady Miranda tugged on the leash. She was certainly
|
|
accustomed, by then, to nudity and to the chains that bound her. But, having
|
|
to travel on her knees was a brand new evil, especially with her hands
|
|
manacled behind her. At least Sue's wrists had been cuffed in front to allow
|
|
for some stability. That made quite a difference and, whenever Terry fell
|
|
flat on her face, she was reminded that it was she who had been the most vocal
|
|
about having seen Sir Jeffrey.
|
|
"Come now, girls," Lady Miranda said with another yank on the leashes,
|
|
"if old Sir Jeff has decided to come back from the dead, we should not keep
|
|
him waiting." The poor slaves had been led back and forth all over the estate
|
|
on their knees and were just about ready to drop. By then, they had both
|
|
wished they had lied about seeing the apparition. They would have begged for
|
|
mercy had it not been for the gags. Terry was growing more angry by the
|
|
second for having been singled out and went on with sheer defiance.
|
|
"Freshen her gag, Yvette," said the Mistress, "she'll be here for quite
|
|
some time." The maid pulled the gag from Terry's mouth and then tied a fresh
|
|
white satin handkerchief around the lower part of her face. She saw the poor
|
|
girl's breasts quiver as she felt the breeze and took pity on her.
|
|
"Madame?" ventured Yvette, "should she not be clothed? It is so cold."
|
|
"Of course, Yvette," the Mistress replied, "remove your panties and give
|
|
them to her." This was not what the maid had in mind, but she had tried. She
|
|
hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her
|
|
legs. Then she maneuvered them up over Terry's hips and finished binding her
|
|
tightly to the cross. Sue's gag was likewise freshened and then she was bound
|
|
at Terry's feet.
|
|
"Ta-ta, ladies," Lady Miranda whispered after kissing Terry on the cheek.
|
|
"Say hello to Jeffey boy for me." Then she and the maid left to go back to
|
|
the castle. Terry glanced up as much as her bondage would allow at the now-
|
|
descending moon. She braced herself mentally for the cold night ahead and
|
|
made firm her resolve to leave this place at the next available opportunity.
|
|
The decision to stay at the castle for the summer seemed well-founded in
|
|
retrospect. Up until then, their activities had been rigorous, but nothing
|
|
more than they could handle. Terry had even grown fond of Helga the cook and
|
|
everything around them seemed to smack of erotic fantasy fulfillment. The
|
|
summer had promised to be a wildly stimulating adventure.
|
|
Now, Terry and her friend had been tortured and abused. Sue was sobbing
|
|
like a child at her feet. And then there was that other thing. Terry was not
|
|
certain what Sir Jeffrey was, but he was certainly not an hallucination. They
|
|
were dealing with something very strange here and had absolutely no control in
|
|
the matter. It was time to leave.
|
|
The moon was beginning to dip into the trees over the horizon when the
|
|
two women heard the voice of their tormentress.
|
|
"Oh save me Sir Jeffrey!" she squealed in a mocking, girlish tone, "save
|
|
me from the evil bitch who rules your castle!" Lady Miranda's hissing
|
|
laughter heightened the chill in Terry's muscles. She stared straight ahead
|
|
and tried to show no expression as the wind whipped through her hair. Sue
|
|
glanced over and saw Lady Miranda standing in the trees with a candle and
|
|
wearing a nightgown. She wondered briefly why someone would wear a nightgown
|
|
at dawn.
|
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"Susan," Lady Miranda said, "you will be released in an hour or so and
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then will be permitted to rest in your bed for the remainder of the day. You,
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Theresa, will spend part of the coming day right where you are. After all, my
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dear, if Sir Jeffrey really wants to see you, he should be able to see where
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you are." With that, she gave one more hideous chuckle at her two
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misfortunates and went back into the castle.
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The sun rose in a short time and Terry envied Sue as she was released and
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led into the castle. All through the morning, the lovely blonde listened to
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the silence of the birds and animals that weren't there. Her legs and arms
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grew numb as she marked the changing position of the sun in the trees. When
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Yvette finally came to release her and bring her to the castle, she was ready
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to lie down anywhere as long as she could lie down. Yvette had her showered
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and fed and then took her to Helga.
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Sue, conversely, had just about had it. The whipping, the torturous
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bondage in the dungeon, and now this cruel journey over the castle grounds
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were getting to her inner spirit. Her poor knees would no longer work. A
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particularly viscous jerk on the leash sent her sprawling to the ground
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sobbing. Lady Miranda waited patiently for Sue's tears to subside before she
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spoke.
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"Susan, I wish to hear no more talk of Sir Jeffrey," she whispered. Sue
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looked up with hurt puppy dog eyes and nodded in agreement. The Lady Miranda
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wheeled around to plant her booted foot on either side of the other captive
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girl. "And you, Theresa. Are you convinced that Sir Jeffrey was all in your
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mind?" Terry rose up on her knees and glared directly into the Mistress'
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eyes. Her breasts glistened in the moonlight and her eyes sparkled above her
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gag as she made no gesture of assent. She simply met Lady Miranda's gaze with
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sharp contempt until, unbelievably, the haughty tormentress looked away.
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"Yvette!" she called to her servant who had been following the grotesque
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procession from a distance. The diminutive, dark-haired beauty scampered up
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to the trio laden with several small bags and a cape
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"Oui, Madame?" she said, short of breath.
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"My cape, Yvette," the Mistress replied. "The wind grows chilly."
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Yvette wrapped her lady in a long leather cape and shivered as the
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aforementioned wind slipped through the lace work in her corset. The cold
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wind was even more meaningful, of course, to the two naked girls, bound and
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gagged at their feet.
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"Theresa," Lady Miranda said after further consideration, "since you're
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determined to consort with the spirit world, we'll make certain you have ample
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opportunity." The parade began again as the tethers became taut and the girls
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rose up on their knees. They were led across the graveyard and the girls
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moved warily among the stone monuments. Finally, they stopped in front of a
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life-size cross made of cement and sprouted strategically placed manacles.
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"Secure her!" said the Mistress, and Yvette went immediately to work.
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She removed the handcuffs from Terry and pushed her up against the stone
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cross. Her arms were stretched out to the sides and then locked into place
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against the monument. Then she tied her waists to the middle of the cross
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just as the wind picked up and blew the lovely blonde's tresses away from her
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lovely face.
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Later that night, as Terry was being led back into the castle and down
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towards the dungeons, Helga chirped "Well Theresa, I see you've had your quota
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of this place!" Terry was so exhausted that she could not even respond. They
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entered another dungeon and Terry was laid on a long wooden table with stocks
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on one end and a wooden drum on the other. Clearly, she was about to be
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stretched on the rack.
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Helga locked her ankles into the stock and then tied her wrists to the
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drum. Terry's limbs were taut after a few turns of the drum, but she was not
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stretched beyond the limits of comfort. And she was laying her poor body down
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at last. She was just beginning to drift off to sleep when Helga tapped her
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on the shoulder. She looked up at her jailer and almost cried.
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"Oh Helga," she gurgled, "I'm so tired and very angry. Can't you help me
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get out of here? I know Sue and I said we'd stay but..."
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"Just rest, Miss McArdle," said the cook, "I'll take care of you. And
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I'll not even gag you this time. You'll need some rest." Helga cast her
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beguiling smile at the blonde schoolgirl and laid a ponderous thought on her
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just as she turned to leave. "We might all be able to leave here this evening
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if we do our work well." Terry's eyes bugged out and her mouth fell open at
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these words. Helga left and the exhausted young woman drifted off to sleep.
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<TO BE CONTINUED> MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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PART VIII
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Terry was permitted to rest in near comfort for the second part of the
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day and then she was awakened by Yvette. The maid was dressed and
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made-up in erotic elegance indicating that this was a special night. Her
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corset was a striped and laced affair made of expensive satin. Her bikini
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panties were made of silk as were her stockings and she sported long leather
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gloves.
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"Mademoiselle Terry, the Mistress will see you now," she said with
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a smile. Before Terry could speak, Yvette forced a knotted scarf into her
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mouth and tied it tightly around her head. Her hands were released and
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then bound together in front. The she was "dressed" in silk panties,
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stockings and high heels before being led out of the dungeon.
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The sun was still streaking through the windows as they made their
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way to the topmost level of the castle. It suddenly grew very dark and
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foreboding when they entered the hallway leading to the Mistress room.
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Terry could barely see Lady Miranda when they came into the huge
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bedroom chamber, but she could see enough. She had never been so angry
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with anyone in her life, yet the elegant, magnetic beauty of this woman was
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beyond comprehension.
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Her blonde hair lay about her beautiful face in understated
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resplendence. Her breasts spilled wantonly over the bodice of a chic
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babydoll nightgown. Her long, sexy legs added even more height to this
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statuesque vixen. Truly she was more lovely than anyone could ever hope
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to be. All the fear, all the anger and exhaustion, was quickly pushed aside
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when the Mistress moved forward and hugged the wide-eyed blonde.
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"Theresa, darling, I want you to spend the evening in my chamber,"
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she said in her whisper soft tone. Her hands rested on Susan's naked hips
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and then moved sensuously down over her buttocks. "We'll have a splendid
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time, I assure you. Yvette, bind Susan's ankles and then make yourself
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ready to serve me."
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Yvette made Terry kneel down beside a large lounging throne
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covered luxuriously with a big, plush fur. She tied the girl's ankles together
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with rope and then did a very curious thing. She entered a closet,
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rummaged around, and then emerged with a pair of manacles flung over her
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shoulder; and she was gagging herself with a professional looking gag made
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of leather. After she effectively plugged her own mouth, Yvette snapped the
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manacles on her wrists and fixed a steel collar around her neck. To Sue's
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unbelief, she had bound and gagged herself and then had left the room as
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if it were not unusual.
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Lady Miranda lay down on the lounge and simply stared at her lovely
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blonde schoolgirl. Terry could feel her eyes roaming over her skin and,
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despite the rigors of the past 24 hours, felt a tingling in her pussy. Then the
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Mistress produced a huge feather and ran it down the length of Sue's back.
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The feather delved into the crack between her buttocks and Lady Miranda
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smiled at the gasp that whistled through the poor girl's nose.
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"You really are very pretty, Theresa," she whispered. "I'm going to
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spend the entire evening enjoying your beautiful body." Yvette reentered
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the chamber with a tray of champagne which she offered silently to the
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Mistress. Lady Miranda drank several glasses of the sparkling vintage as
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she toyed her feather erotically around Susan's curves and crevices. The
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maid stood dutifully beside the lounge until the bottle had been drained and
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then nodded her head as if to ask of the Mistress wanted another bottle.
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Getting no reply, Yvette set the tray down and moved to the corner.
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Lady Miranda helped Terry up onto the lounge and had her stretch
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out on her back. All of her charms were now spread before the Mistress
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like a luxurious meal, to be eaten slowly and thoughtfully, savoring every
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morsel. The older woman crawled onto the lounge and kissed Terry lightly
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on each nipple. Sue's eyeballs rolled up and back while a groan of ecstasy
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escaped through her nose. She felt Lady Miranda's hand on her pussy and
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instinctively rose her hips to meet her gentle caress.
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One eye popped open just as the other woman parted her ruby red
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lips over an erect nipple and planted her mouth on one of Terry's breasts.
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She sucked on the breast, stirring both of them into eroticism, and the
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schoolgirl's bound hands found their way to the Mistress' nightgown. When
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she undid the bow, she found that Lady Miranda's breasts were soft and
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smooth to the touch. For her part, Lady Miranda groaned as Terry
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manipulated her bosoms, but she kept her mouth right where it was.
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Terry had never made love to another woman before, but she had
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always harbored the desire. She somehow thought that it would be nice if
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Terry was the first, but right then it was of little importance. Her Mistress
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could not have been more tantalizing. Except.......Except.....In a blinding
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flash, memories of the way she and Terry had been tortured and abused
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slipped past the sensuality and rekindled the angry part of her. There was
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a curt, liquid-sounding pop as Terry pushed Lady Miranda off her breast and
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rolled off the bed. She lay on the floor and awaited the thunderous anger
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she knew would be vented on her at any moment.
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"Time for you to leave us to our pleasures, Yvette," said the Mistress
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calmly. "Tell Helga or Niko to come here and then go lock yourself into
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your hanging cage." Yvette pranced out of the room and Terry watched as
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Lady Miranda changed into the black leotard, gloves and boots which
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seemed to be her uniform. There was a knock on the door shortly and then
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Niko appeared in the room. The long-haired Asian beauty was dressed in
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a print frock which the Mistress told her to remove.
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"Keep your stockings and heels on, Niko and then take this young
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harlot into the drawing room," she said. "Take off her panties and stockings
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and then suspend her from the ceiling tied as she is. I'll be in
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presently."Niko stripped herself down as commanded and then dragged poor
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Terry into the next room by her feet. Once in the drawing room, Niko had
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Terry kneel down and then tied her already bound wrists to a rope hanging
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down from the ceiling. Then, after glancing at the doorway, Niko bent
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down and whispered in her captive's ear.
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"Courage, my young friend, Helga and I are seeing to your safety."
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Terry cursed her gag. She had questions coming out of her ears. Both Niko
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and Helga had given her reason to hope for escape, but what was going on
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|
here? Niko glanced at the door again and darted over to the window to
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peek out the drapes. Then she returned to Terry and appeared to be
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|
adjusting her gag when the Mistress entered the room.
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"Lovely, Niko," she said, looking at Terry. "You have a way with
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rope. Please remain here in case I need you." She caressed Sue's cheek
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with a fingertip and broke into an evil, sardonic smile. "Theresa, my love,
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I'm going to punish you severely for that little show of displeasure." Her
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palm reached down and cupped one of the young girl's breasts. "But first,
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I'm going to make love to you. To ALL of you. Every inch of your
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beautiful body. Every crack, every orifice, every hill and valley. And
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then......" CRACK!!
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The sharp staccato noise was so loud that Terry was certain that it
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|
was a gunshot. Her first instinct was further confirmed when the Mistress
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|
wrenched her back and then yelped like a wounded fox. Her knees buckled
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and she wailed with agonizing fury. Terry never thought Lady Miranda
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|
possessed such force in her vocal cords. The woman crumbled up in a pile
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before her and it was then that she saw Niko standing near the window.
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Niko was holding the drapes aside and flooding the room with the
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last vestige of light coming from the dying sun. She let the drapes fall shut
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|
again and then clapped her hands together in childlike joy. Terry was
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|
bewildered and she thought she saw a tear forming at the corner of Niko's
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|
eye.The tall Asian woman turned toward the wall and remained motionless
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|
for a moment. The Mistress stopped writhing and lay inert at Sue's knees
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and, if she had harbored any questions before, it was nothing compared to
|
|
this.
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|
Suddenly, Lady Miranda's eyes slipped open and she looked straight
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|
into Terry's soul. Then she turned her head toward Niko and Terry tried,
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|
through her muffled mouth to warn her. Lady Miranda moved up behind
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the other woman,spun her around and threw her to the floor by her hair.
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"SLUT!" she cried, "Miserable clumsy idiot! I told you never to
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|
open the drapes in the daytime. You'll pay dearly for your thoughtlessness,
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|
bitch! "Niko looked up at her Mistress and shivered in terror. Lady
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|
Miranda yelled for Helga as she continued her tirade and Helga entered the
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room with a look of astonishment. Niko caught her eye and they exchanged
|
|
quick communication before the Mistress spoke to her.
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|
"Clamp the stocks on that imbecile on the floor and then take Theresa
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|
down to the dunking chair." She was calming down somewhat, but there
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|
was still venom in her voice. "I'll deal with each of them soon." Saying
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|
that, she left the room in a hurry.
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|
Terry watched as Helga removed a wooden device from a closet and
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|
then helped Niko up off the floor. As she sat the beautiful woman down on
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|
a block of wood, they were whispering excitedly and Terry knew they were
|
|
talking about what had just occurred. Niko's expression was fearful as they
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|
talked, but Helga seemed elated. She clamped the stock around Niko's head
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|
and wrists and then removed her stockings. Then she chained her ankles
|
|
with steel manacles and produced a large ball gag.
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|
"Open wide, Niko," Helga said, before she gently but firmly gagged
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|
the gardener. Then she kissed her on the forehead and went over to Terry.
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|
The younger girl again tried to talk through her gag as Helga undid her
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|
ankles and released the rope from the ceiling. Helga told her to have
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|
patience and then led her out of the room by the rope tied to her hands.
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|
Niko was left alone for a few moments, but it seemed like an
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|
eternity. She was scared to death as she had never seen the Mistress so
|
|
angry, but there was one bright spot. She had committed herself. She had
|
|
opened the drapes deliberately to see what Lady Miranda would do, and
|
|
now she knew that what she and Helga had suspected was true. I seemed
|
|
obvious since they had never seen the Mistress in daylight and there were
|
|
no mirrors in the castle, but they needed proof.
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|
Niko sucked involuntarily on the huge ball in her mouth and tried to
|
|
recall the scene. Had she been able to make her action look like a mistake?
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|
Did the Mistress really believe that she had been forgetful, or had Niko
|
|
shown her hand? There would be some difficulty soon, but how bad could
|
|
it be? Punishment for carelessness was one thing; punishment for treachery
|
|
would be quite another.
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|
An honest terror gripped the unfortunate oriental woman in the belly.
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|
Lady Miranda must NOT realize she had been deceived. There would be
|
|
certainly no living through her wrath. In her agitated state, Niko could not
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|
help but imagine the worst. Lady Miranda would take her into the lowest,
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|
most grim hole in the dungeons and bind her up in a cruel, tortuous
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|
position. She imagined herself naked, gagged and completely vulnerable.
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|
Then the evil woman would unleash all the foulest, most hideous creatures
|
|
of hell on her body to torture it and torment her soul. And then, in the
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|
middle of oblivion, she would expire and never be heard from again. Niko
|
|
closed her eyes and broke into tears just as Lady Miranda returned.
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"I'll teach you to be clumsy," she said. "In a few minutes, you won't
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|
know anything but the pain the that big bum of yours." A wave of blessed
|
|
relief washed over Niko as she was led down to the dungeon. She had done
|
|
it! She had played her part well enough so that Lady Miranda had bought
|
|
her stupidity. She would be punished, but she would survive.
|
|
Niko was almost happy to be chained by the ankles to a steel pole
|
|
which featured a crossbar on top. The crossbar was cold and uncomfortable
|
|
against her pussy and it seemed to spread her large buttocks apart, offering
|
|
the jiggling globes as a sacrifice to Lady Miranda's whip. The woman was
|
|
still livid and was about to vent her anger on Niko's bare skin, but the
|
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gardener breathed a sigh of relief and a silent prayer of thanks. The whip
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|
whistled through the air and Niko tightened her muscles, clenched her fists
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and closed her eyes.
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Terry had plenty to think about as she sucked on the ball gag
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|
strapped in her mouth. Helga had chained the horrible chastity belt back on
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her and then chained her to a wooden chair. The chair was at one end of
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|
a wooden machine which could, with the gentlest touch, swing the occupant
|
|
out over a pool of water fed by an underground spring. She was going mad
|
|
with questions about the preceding events. What had happened to Lady
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|
Miranda? What was going on? And where was Sue? She knew that Sue
|
|
was at the end of her rope, both literally and figuratively.
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|
She was dashed from her thoughts as Lady Miranda came into the
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dunking dungeon and laid her whip around Terry's neck. There was a dull
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|
thud as the catch fell away from the machine and Terry felt herself swinging
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out over the pool.
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|
"You are to forget you saw any weakness in me, Theresa." Terry
|
|
looked down at the water and closed her eyes. It was just in time.....Lady
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Miranda released the chair and the poor girl crashed violently into the cold
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water. Some of the water got into her nose and she coughed instantly
|
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sending all the air out of her lungs. The prospect of drowning became all
|
|
too real just before the chair was raised out of the water and Terry's lungs
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instinctively whooshed in the air. Lady Miranda waited until she finished
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coughing and sputtering through her nose and then spoke.
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"Take a deep breath, Theresa," she said. "You'll be under for a full
|
|
two minutes this time, whether I see bubbles or not." The dunking went on
|
|
for almost an hour until the poor schoolgirl was cold tired and desperate.
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|
But more than anything else, she was angry. She was so full of hate that
|
|
she knew she could kill the bitch if she got the chance. She looked like a
|
|
drowned rat when she was finally swung back on the stone floor.
|
|
"I'm leaving you now, Theresa," the Mistress cooed, placing her face
|
|
right up beside Terry's. "Try to remember while I'm gone that there's no
|
|
trace of weakness in me. I hold your life in my hands."
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"Yeah, you pompous slut!" thought Terry, "and I'll hold your tits in
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|
mine just before I twist them off!" Soon there was silence in the dungeon
|
|
save for the dripping water, and Terry knew that she would have to escape
|
|
Castle Thorne or die. There was no fantasy left here. Lady Miranda held
|
|
the two young ladies in slavery from which death would be the only release.
|
|
She looked up and shook the water from her face when she heard
|
|
someone coming down the corridor. She was relieved to see that it was not
|
|
the Mistress, but that it was Helga carrying a robe, some towels and a
|
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steaming mug.
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|
"Terry," said the stunning Scandinavian sincerely, " you poor dear.
|
|
You look so pitiful." Her gag was popped out of her mouth and she spoke
|
|
immediately.
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|
"Helga, if you tell me to be patient again, I'll bit your cunt off!"
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|
"Good girl!" Helga replied, trying to smile, "You're more angry than
|
|
afraid. Actually, Terry dear, I'd adore letting you do that, but we have
|
|
things to do tonight." Terry sensed that things had changed by the way
|
|
Helga was treating her. Having released her from the chair and removed all
|
|
of her bonds, Helga helped her into the robe and was drying her hair as they
|
|
spoke. "Are you going to help us do what we came her to do if we help you
|
|
and Sue to escape?"
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|
"And that is?" Terry asked.
|
|
"We have to destroy Lady Miranda," Helga said gravely after a short
|
|
pause. She waited for Terry to blink her eyes and gape at her, but she did
|
|
not. The teenager cupped her hands around the warm mug of chocolate and
|
|
turned her head to look at the pool. A full minute passed before she spoke.
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|
"I noticed you said destroy, not kill."
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|
"You're very intelligent as well as brave, dear girl," Helga said.
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|
"Good, it'll save time. You've seen how the Mistress crumbled in the
|
|
sunlight. There are no mirrors here and she comes and goes only at night.
|
|
The forest creatures avoid this place like the plague." The buxom blonde
|
|
moved closer to Terry. "And somebody seems to wander around here in a
|
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puff of smoke."
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|
Now, Terry shuddered. "Was he real, Helga?"
|
|
"He's as real as the Mistress," Helga replied, "and he must also be
|
|
destroyed."
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|
"They're vampires." The words dropped casually out of Terry's
|
|
mouth before she thought of them.
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|
"Yes, they are. And tonight we're going to make them dead people
|
|
so we can properly pray for their souls."
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|
"But how did you and Niko and Yvette...?
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|
"Yvette is really the maid here. Niko and I are the plants. I met her
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|
at a cocktail party a few years ago and was fascinated by her adventures.
|
|
She's a psychologist by degree and an investigator of psychic phenomena
|
|
by profession. She writes books on the subject. It was only natural that I
|
|
ask her for help when I decided to come here."
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|
"But why did you come here, Helga?" asked Terry. "Aren't you
|
|
frightened?"
|
|
"I'm scared stiff, Terry," she replied, "but I had to come," Helga had
|
|
lost her winning smile. "My family owns and runs a newspaper in Oslo and
|
|
we all have our hands in the business. But after my mother died, my father
|
|
lost interest in it and just quit coming to work. He spent all his time
|
|
drinking too much and carousing all over Europe with his money."
|
|
Helga's voice broke here and there but she continued on. "Last year,
|
|
his travels took him here on one of Lady Miranda's `special tours' and he
|
|
hasn't been heard from since. I traced him here and discovered several
|
|
similar disappearances. Then I called Niko, who jumped at the prospect of
|
|
uncovering a real vampire, and, well here we are. Terry, we could have put
|
|
that bitch away months ago; we discovered that she sleeps in a coffin in the
|
|
tower during the day. But we need Sir Jeffrey too."
|
|
"Is he really that Sir Jeffrey guy?" asked Terry.
|
|
"Well, he was," Helga replied. "Lady Slut didn't finish the fairy tale
|
|
for you Friday night. Our noble knight did some high-class raping and
|
|
pillaging after he sent his two princesses back to Britain on the boat. His
|
|
travels ended in the Carpathian mountains in central Europe where he spent
|
|
the night wenching at the castle of a local notable. His host happened to be
|
|
one of the undead, and before dawn, Sir Jeffrey joined him in his misery."
|
|
"When he returned to Castle Thorne, he learned that his wife had let
|
|
the Arabian princesses die and he flew into a rage. Lady Miranda didn't tell
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you that he actually killed his wife, the Lady Anne. Nor did she tell you
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that his anger was spent in time to save his daughter from death."
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"His daughter?"
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"Lady Miranda. He didn't kill her, but he did put the mark of the
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vampire on her and they have lived here for centuries terrorizing the
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surrounding countryside. She keeps things going here on a day-to-day basis,
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but he rarely shows up. That was our big problem until you and Sue
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arrived. He thinks you two are his dead princesses. If you can bring him
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around again tonight, maybe we can keep him here until the sun comes up."
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All different kinds of fear and horror and hatred coursed through
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Terry's heart. Then she remembered something.
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"Where's Sue?" she asked.
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"I took her to Niko's room. Niko took quite a beating from the
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Mistress and Sue is tending her wounds. Sue is terribly frightened, Terry."
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"So am I," replied the spunky teenager, "but Sue and I have a lot of
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heart. You can count on us."
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<NEXT>
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<THE FINAL CHAPTER>
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MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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PART IX (The Final Chapter)
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Sue burst into tears when she saw Terry and they hugged each other
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tenderly. Niko turned toward Helga who came over to the bed and kissed
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her
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gently on the mouth. She told her that Sue and Terry were going to help.
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Sue
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broke off her embrace of Terry and cast her eyes on the floor.
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"I don't know if I can handle it, Duchess," Sue said. "I haven't been
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doing very well lately, have I?" Terry snaked her hands around her best
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friend's neck and smiled lovingly at her.
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"You'll be just fine, Sue. You can do anything. Remember, you told
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me
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so." Sue found a small chuckle inside her and let it out at Terry's pun.
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"Besides," Terry went on, "Helga and Niko are looking after us. They're
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very
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capable."
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"we'll be watching all the time, girls," Niko said, "but I'm afraid it
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means a little more bondage. Remember, Sir Jeffrey must think you're his
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captive princesses for him to come." Terry looked over at Sue and took her
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hand. Sue smiled tentatively back at her blonde friend.
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"We're ready, Niko," said Terry.
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The girls were taken outside to the east wall of the castle which
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featured a decorative wall made of iron bars. Their robes were removed,
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revealing their tantalizing nakedness, and then they were tied tightly to the
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bars. Sue was bound kneeling down with her hands tied behind her back.
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Terry
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was tied standing in `spread-eagle' fashion--her succulent body a temptation
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for any man, whether alive or dead or somewhere in between. Niko then
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produced a leather gag with a not altogether unfamiliar rubber instrument
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attached to it.
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"What's that?" asked Sue as the lovely Asian girl approached her.
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"It's a penis gag, Sue," she replied. "I'm afraid it's necessary. Men
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like Sir Jeffrey used such things in olden days to further humiliate their
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female concubines." Sue parted her lips and then winced as the hard rubber
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phallus was slid into her mouth. The tip of the head was almost touching
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the
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back of her gullet when Niko stopped pushing it in. Then, the gag was
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tightly
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buckled at the back of her head.
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"What about me?" Terry asked.
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"You're not to be gagged, Terry," Helga replied. "I want you to cry out
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for Sir Jeffrey to come and save you and your sister. It's still a few hours
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before dawn, so there's plenty of time, but you have to play your part to the
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hilt. When he comes, he'll find the lovely princesses he's been seeking all
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these centuries. Niko and I are hoping that he'll be so engrossed in your
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beautiful bodies that he'll not see the sun coming up until it's too late."
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"But what'll he do with us in the meantime?" asked Terry. "I mean,
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well,
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can he still...?"
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"Lady Miranda is real enough, isn't she?" Helga replied. "I know he
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likes to travel around in a puff of smoke, but when he materializes, he's
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substantial and firm as any man. And he's been waiting for you young
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ladies
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to turn up for a very long time, so firm is probably just what he'll be."
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Terry and Sue looked at each other and Helga touched Terry on the cheek.
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"You
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two can still back out and no questions will be asked. What you're helping
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us with tonight might be dangerous." Sue and Terry shook their heads and
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Terry said that they were ready to begin. Niko and Helga left their bait and
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went into the castle to a room where they could see the two bound
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schoolgirls
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from a window. Then Terry went into her act.
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"Oh, Sir Jeffrey! Please come and save us! Help us please, Sir Jeffrey.
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Lady Anne is so cruel and you were so kind to us! Please come!" Terry
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was
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absolutely marvelous. Her cries were pitiful and heartrending. Sue's
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beautiful eyes added to the tableau and she stared desperate and forlorn out
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over the gag. The quartet of vampire killers was all in place and they were
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prepared to wait for hours for their quarry, but Sir Jeffrey was almost too
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accommodating.
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The chilling figure of the long-suffering vampire rose out of the mist
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that was blanketing the estate in the moonlight. Terry and Sue felt their
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blood run cold and race through their veins and he stared through them into
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their souls.
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"MMMMFFFFFF!!!" Sue screamed in horror. That was enough to
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bring Terry
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momentary freeze. She summoned all her courage and went on with her
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act.
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"Sir Jeffrey!" cried the naked blonde. "Thank Allah you've come!" She
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tried to remain calm as she stared into hi eyes--those eyes that were
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colorless and dry from centuries of tears. He moved up to her and placed
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his
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meaty hands on her naked hips.
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"My princess, my beautiful princess....." His accent was thick and
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almost made his words unintelligible, but the rest of Sir Jeffrey was so real
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that Terry had to remind herself that he was a vampire, an evil spirit, a
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demon. He looked more like a lonely old man.
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"Ferra," he sighed, and then turning toward Sue who was kneeling down
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beside him and quaking with fear. "And Jasmine....."
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His hands roamed over Terry's succulent body and he broke into a
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smile.
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Terry realized that his clothes must have been some sort of psychological
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illusion, because, when he pressed his body up against her, she felt the
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warmth of his naked skin and could feel his member as it bulged into her
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belly. She was not a virgin, but she had never felt anything like this
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before. He was firm and muscular, and the hair on his chest caused a flutter
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in her as they brushed over her breasts. She sensed his love growing bolder
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when he moved between her legs and, for an odd moment, she lost her fear
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of
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him. A slight groan escaped her lips as he bent down to kiss her.
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"Christ, Niko!" Helga hissed, grabbing her consort on the arm. "He's
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going to bite her! I didn't think he would try that, he loves his
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princesses."
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"He loves them so much that he wants them to join him." Niko snapped
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back, "How could I have been so stupid? Come on!" They rushed out of
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the
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castle and reached the east wall just in time.
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"My Lord!" Helga shouted. The apparition raised his head and looked
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sternly at the lovely blonde cook--annoyed, but not alarmed. "My Lord,
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your
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chamber has been prepared as you requested. May I take your slaves there
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and
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prepare them as well?" Sir Jeffrey looked at Sue and Terry, nodded his
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approval and then vanished into the mist. Helga whispered a few words to
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Niko, who rushed into the scullery and then released the girls from the gate.
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"You're doing just great," Helga whispered as she prodded the slaves
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up
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to Lady Miranda's chamber. Once there, she bound Terry up tightly and
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stuffed
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a gag in her mouth. "Sir Jeffrey is noted for his passion toward beautiful
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bound women. Maybe you can amuse him until the sun comes up. In any
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case,
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we'll be watching."
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Niko appeared with a tray of food and drink just as a cool cloud
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streamed
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in through the window. Sue was told to kneel down beside the throne and
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Niko
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placed the tray in her hands. Terry stood at attention, bound and gagged,
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at
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the other side. Niko and Helga backed away as the devilish creature
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appeared
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in their midst.
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"Will that be all, my Lord?" asked Helga. Sir Jeffrey nodded and the
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two
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women prepared to leave. Instead, they hid behind a pillar to watch. As
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hoped, Sir Jeffrey was mesmerized by Terry's bound body. His hands
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travelled
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up her thighs, over her hips and across her rib cage. Terry did not resist.
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Soon , he felt secure enough to sit on the throne and pull his beautiful
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princess on his lap. He fondled her soft, resilient breasts with one hand,
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while sampling food and wine on Sue's tray with the other. Time was
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passing
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without serious incident and Helga released her grip on Niko's arm little by
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little.
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"It's going to work," she whispered. "Terry and Sue will keep him busy
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until sunrise and he'll be trapped in the castle where we can deal with him."
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Sir Jeffrey was savoring his good fortune, being careful not to use it up too
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quickly. He was very gentle with Terry, almost loving in his attention to
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her. Every now and again he would pat Sue on the head or flick her nipple
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with his finger to show that he had not forgotten her. And finally, Helga
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smiled in delight when she saw a ray of sunlight pierce the trees outside the
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window. Then her world caved in.
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"Helga!" The Mistress' voice boomed through the hallways with a
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newfound resonance sending a chill through all their hearts. Helga looked
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at
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Niko in horror.
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"Didn't you put the crucifix in her coffin?" she demanded.
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"Of course," Niko answered. "I guess she didn't go straight to it." Lady
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Miranda's tone had been more of a shriek than anything else. She
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obviously
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knew something was up. And if she came upon the scene in the chamber,
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all of
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their lives would be worthless. Helga clutched Niko's arm.
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"Sir Jeffrey hasn't heard anything yet. You stay here and watch over
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the
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girls while I go and deal with that bitch!"
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"Helga!" Niko came back, "Please---not alone!"
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"Stay here, Niko. We owe it to those kids in there. Nothing can
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happen
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to them." With that, she kissed her friend full and fast on the mouth and
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rushed silently from the chamber. A tear fell down Niko's cheek as she
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turned again to watch the scene unfolding before her.
|
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Helga bounded down the stairs two at a time and raced through the
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corridor leading to the sound of the Mistress' voice. It seemed to be
|
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coming
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from the dunking room and, when she rounded the corner, a horrible pain
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shot
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through her belly and she crumpled up on the floor in front of the Mistress.
|
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She towered over poor Helga, who clutched her stomach and tried to catch
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her
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breath.
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"Where are Niko and the two tour guides?" Lady Miranda demanded in
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a tone
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which frightened her to her very soul. Helga realized that she had felt the
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larger woman's knee in her belly. She also sensed that there was something
|
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not quite right with the she-devil. She was leaning against the wall as if
|
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exhausted when it was not she but Helga that had received the blow. The
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conclusion was that Lady Miranda had indeed lain down in her coffin with
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the
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crucifix, but had somehow managed to extricate herself from the tomb.
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"They're all gone, you evil slut!" Helga replied defiantly. "We've
|
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destroyed your father and now its your turn!" Lady Miranda became
|
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enraged
|
|
and stood away from the wall like a wild animal at bay. Her hands reached
|
|
out
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like claws and she bared her fangs as she grabbed Helga by the upper arms.
|
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Helga attempted to resist, but she was too weak. Lady Miranda picked her
|
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up
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bodily and flung her against the wall like a wet rag. The poor woman knelt
|
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in
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|
pain on the stone floor and tried to hold back a sob as her assailant came
|
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for
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her again with death in her eyes.
|
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Lady Miranda clamped her hands around Helga's throat and began to
|
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lift
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her up off the floor. Helga pushed at the more powerful woman's face, but
|
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it
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did little good. She found to her horror that her feet had left the ground.
|
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Her air was cut off and her head was reeling. Lady Miranda's mouth
|
|
dropped
|
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open and her fangs glistened in the torchlight. Her eyebrow's raised, her
|
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eyes twinkled like a wolf with a fresh kill and she let out an evil, snake-
|
|
like laugh.
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"You unholy slut!" cried Niko from behind the Mistress, and Helga
|
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sensed
|
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herself falling to the floor. Niko had swung a heavy chain and caught Lady
|
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Miranda in the small of the back. Then she hit her again in the stomach as
|
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she was falling to the floor. The evil witch raised her head off the
|
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cobblestones and Niko shoved a crucifix in her face.
|
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"AAAHHHHGGGG!!!!" she screamed, and turned away. Helga,
|
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though not
|
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fully recovered, sprang into action. As Lady Miranda squirmed around on
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the
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floor in pain and agony, Helga crossed her wrists behind her back and
|
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clamped
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a pair of steel manacles on them. Then she pulled a ball gag into her mouth
|
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and buckled it tightly at the back of her head. Niko put the crucifix down
|
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when she saw that the Mistress was powerless. Then they raised their
|
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prisoner
|
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to her feet.
|
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"We were going to kill you right away," Helga sneered with hate, "but
|
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I
|
|
think I'll spend some time flaying the skin off of your luscious body first."
|
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Lady Miranda's eyes betrayed her fear as Helga picked up a whip and
|
|
moved over
|
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to her. The lovely Scandinavian grabbed her former employer at the waist
|
|
and
|
|
kissed her on each cheek. Then she moved her palm over the woman's
|
|
breasts
|
|
and down toward her pussy. "It's such a shame," she said. "that an evil
|
|
bitch like you has to have so gorgeous a body."
|
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"Helga!" shouted Niko. "We haven't time! The damn sun is coming
|
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up!"
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[ ELSEWHERE IN CASTLE THORNE ]
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Matters had grown from tense to critical up in the chamber where Sir
|
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Jeffrey continued to devour Terry's body. Sue was virtually ignored as Sir
|
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Jeffrey had taken Terry over to the bed to be more comfortable. She saw
|
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Niko
|
|
dart out of the room and knew that they were all alone with the vampire.
|
|
He
|
|
seemed to be amusing himself at Terry's breasts and, for her part, Terry was
|
|
wavering somewhere between terror and ecstacy. But then, something went
|
|
wrong.
|
|
Terry started to squirm in the demon's clutches and he slapped her
|
|
face.
|
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She continued to flail her head and Sue finally saw what the commotion was
|
|
all
|
|
about. He was holding her head with one mighty hand and her shoulder
|
|
with the
|
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other as he moved his face down, slowly down, to her jugular vein.
|
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"Oh Niko," thought Sue, "where are you?" The hopelessness of the
|
|
question dissolved instantly as she realized that Terry's life was about to eb
|
|
snuffed out unless she did something herself. She sprang up and from
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beside
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the throne and pounced on Sir Jeffrey. Landing on his back with both
|
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knees,
|
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she clawed at his face with her fingernails. She dug into his eyes for all
|
|
she was worth and Sir Jeffrey became distracted--but little more. He
|
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shrugged
|
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the naked brunette off his back with a fierce whipping of his shoulders and
|
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Sue tumbled across the floor.
|
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She got up again, noting a pain in her hip and searched quickly around
|
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the room. Then she snatched up the wine bottle and went after the demon
|
|
again
|
|
with venom in her eyes. The bottle crashed down on Sir Jeffrey's head and
|
|
shattered all over the bed. A dull groan from within the powerful vampire
|
|
signalled a glimmer of hope for Sue. He slumped to the side and Sue began
|
|
tugging at Terry's bindings. She had loosened the ropes binding her arms
|
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and
|
|
shoulders and she was working on the legs when she saw a blinding flash
|
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of
|
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white light inside her head and felt a horrible pain in her ribcage. She fell
|
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down on the floor beside the bed.
|
|
As she gasped for air, Sir Jeffrey slid his foot under hips and with a
|
|
swift movement of his leg, rolled the girl across the room and into the wall
|
|
by the fireplace. Her body was racked with pain, but her adrenalin was
|
|
working. She somehow got to her feet and picked up a poker from the
|
|
fireplace. Sir Jeffrey had forgotten about her blonde friend and was coming
|
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for Sue. Terry lay on the bed frozen with fear. Sue undid her gag with one
|
|
hand and opened her jaws wide as she could to slide the rubber dildo out of
|
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her mouth.
|
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"DUCHESS!" she screamed, throwing the gag on the floor, "get the
|
|
hell
|
|
out of here!" Terry turned slowly until their eyes met and then, instead of
|
|
getting up, she stared to cry. So did Sue. "Come on!" she cried through the
|
|
tears. "crawl if you have to, but go! I'll keep him busy." Sir Jeffrey was
|
|
upon the courageous beauty by then. She swung the poker at him with all
|
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of
|
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her might, but he simply caught it, wrenched it away from her and threw it
|
|
aside. His eyes were burning and Sue knew she was about to feel eight
|
|
centuries of anger come down on her head.
|
|
She reached out in a futile gesture to push him away and he grasped
|
|
her
|
|
wrists. Then he wrenched her wrists behind her and pinned them in the
|
|
small
|
|
of her back with one hand. Then he hoisted her up off the floor and pulled
|
|
her hair down her back with his free hand. This bared her neck to him and
|
|
his
|
|
eyes sparkled with flame. Sue screamed when he opened his mouth and
|
|
bared his
|
|
fangs to her.
|
|
"SIR JEFFREY!" Niko shouted from the doorway, "THE SUN!" The
|
|
vampire
|
|
turned and his face wrinkled up with horror as he looked to the window.
|
|
He
|
|
dropped Sue to the floor and shrank back against the wall. Niko produced
|
|
a
|
|
crucifix and ran over to him. He flailed his arms wildly as she closed on
|
|
him
|
|
and he ran from the shadows. Then they heard Helga's voice coming from
|
|
out in
|
|
the courtyard.
|
|
"Sir Jeffrey! Come to the window and look upon your daughter for the
|
|
last time!" All was clear to the spirit immediately. He stopped running and
|
|
stared defiantly out the window.
|
|
Lady Miranda had been stripped bare, gagged and bound up hand and
|
|
foot
|
|
with steel manacles and a spreader bar. Her neck had been chained to a
|
|
nearby
|
|
tree and there was nothing she could do but stand there helplessly and await
|
|
the dawn. Sir Jeffrey cried aloud and the sound was enough to drill a new
|
|
terror into the hearts of the vampire hunters. He screamed from the very
|
|
depth of his being and leapt from the window.
|
|
Lady Miranda turned at the sound to see her father lumbering up to
|
|
her.
|
|
She glanced lovingly at him and then looked up at the three women
|
|
gathered at
|
|
the window. She stared defiantly at them as her voluptuous body glistened
|
|
in
|
|
the first rays of sunlight. Then her knees buckled and she fell flat on her
|
|
face, he bound hands groping in the air. Sir Jeffrey crawled up to her, but
|
|
he collapsed on the ground with his outstretched hand a scant few inches
|
|
from
|
|
her foot. All four women watched silently, solemnly, as the two figures
|
|
stopped twitching and then slowly crumbled into dust. And when all traces
|
|
of
|
|
the dust had been carried away by the morning breeze, the sound of a thrush
|
|
gently wafted over the air, the first such sound to be heard on the estate in
|
|
eight hundred years.
|
|
Terry and Sue smiled when the driver got out of the limousine in front
|
|
of the castle and they recognized him as the same one that had brought them
|
|
there.
|
|
"I wonder what he'd do if he knew all that had happened here this
|
|
week."
|
|
Terry mused.
|
|
"Has it really been less than a week, Duchess?" Sue replied, "I feel
|
|
like I've lived here for an eternity."
|
|
"Just be glad you're still living at all girls." Helga was wearing her
|
|
ear-to-ear smile again as she, Niko and Yvette came out the front door to
|
|
day
|
|
good-bye. "Both of you came close to cashing in last night." They nodded
|
|
their heads and then Niko spoke up.
|
|
"I must say. Terry and Sue, that you both were very brave."
|
|
"Just remember," said Terry, "that you promised to ring us up in
|
|
America
|
|
if you ever get into anything like this again." Sue wrinkled up her nose.
|
|
"Ring her up, Niko." she said. "I've had enough of ghosts and spirits,
|
|
I'll be perfectly happy to read about your adventures at breakfast."
|
|
They all giggled and then kissed each other goodbye. The driver
|
|
loaded
|
|
the luggage and helped the schoolgirls into the limo. As it sped down the
|
|
road, Terry touched her friend on the shoulder.
|
|
"Sue, you saved my life last night," she said as her eyes glistened.
|
|
"Oh Duchess, I'm just so sorry that it took me so long to get my act
|
|
together."
|
|
"But you put yourself between him and me. I'll never forget that."
|
|
Terry's voice was beginning to crack. They hugged each other
|
|
affectionately
|
|
and, as they parted, Terry grabbed Sue on the upper arms. She was ready
|
|
to
|
|
put her love for Sue on the line. The silence hung in the air as they looked
|
|
into each other's eyes. Then slowly, deliberately, Terry moved her face
|
|
toward Sue's.
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[ F I N I S ]
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(c) 1990 The Dark Side Inc.
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