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was Madison in the cage! She was naked, gagged, and tied
up—very tied up.
Erin thought she had it bad, locked in a body-hugging
gibbet-cage, a rag stuffed in her mouth and held there by a
steel, head-hugging scold's bridle, wrists shackled behind her
back, and her ankles in hobbling shackles. But Madison had
it even worse!
The redhead's arms were folded behind her back and lashed in a
web of hemp rope that pinned her upper arms to her torso.
Her legs were bound together above the knees and at the ankles,
insteps, and big toes. A leather strap was holding
something in her mouth, under a taut, wide strip of some sort of
milky-white plastic tape. Her hair had been braided,
folded back on itself, and wrapped with tight, neat loops of
hemp. Finally—and this was what was making her predicament
the worst—a taut, short length of hemp cord linked her big toes
to the end of the braid, enforcing a cruel, chin-lifting,
back-arching, and toe-pointing hogtie!
Tears dripped from Madison's eyes, down her bulging cheeks, and
across the tape plastered over her lower face as she squirmed,
sobbed through her gag, and rocked, ever so slightly, back and
forth on her stomach.
Erin also wept. Why are
they doing this to us? she wondered. What else are they going to do?
The roommates were certainly in a world of trouble, that was
obvious. Beverly and
her staff are psychos! But are they sadistic bondage
freaks, or serial
killers? Are they going to torture us to death?
No answers were forthcoming, certainly not from Madison, and not
from elsewhere in the storeroom/dungeon. Erin examined the
dustcover-shrouded objects in her line of sight, but the various
shapes provided few cues as to what might be under the dirty
cages? Wooden crates? More victims? It
was impossible to tell.
Time passed, possibly a half hour—thirty minutes of discomfort
for Erin and what had to be a hideous ordeal for poor Madison.
Then, a key rattled, the lock turned, and the heavy door
opened. Crystal and Lyndal had returned. The
diminutive brunette with the Lulu bob was still in her
Equestrian Bitch costume. The taller, ripped blonde,
however, had changed into sandals and a skintight, sleeveless,
and very French-cut leotard in egg-white.
Crystal sauntered to Erin and her cage, cocked her head to the
side, and smiled. "Those eyes," she sighed, then reached
up and cupped Erin's breasts. The fleshy globes bulged
between two of the cage's horizontal bars, making for convenient
handfuls. She began teasing Erin's nipples between her
thumbs and forefingers. "I can see why Mistress named her
Erin squirmed and made the miniscule, struggling movements her
steel bonds and the form-fitting cage allowed. Anger and
fear warred in her mind, but she knew exhaustion was probably
what was registering on her gagged and caged face.
Meanwhile, Lyndal had unlocked Madison's cage, slid back the
bolt, and lifted open the heavy steel grid of the lid on its
squealing hinges. She then reached inside and began
untying the cord enforcing Madison's hogtie. "It's equally
clear why she named the piano player 'Fire'," the blonde
chuckled. "She has the hair and the temperament."
Free of the hogtie, Madison rolled onto her side and glared up at Lyndal,
proving the blonde's assertion.
Crystal giggled, then gave Erin's breasts a firm but gentle
squeeze. "They're both going to be a handful," she purred.
"Oh, very funny,"
Lyndal chuckled, then closed the cage, secured the bolt, and
locked the heavy padlock through the hasp. Snap.
Crystal locked eyes with Erin and continued kneading her
Lyndal walked over and smiled. "I had plans for the rest
of the week," she remarked after several seconds.
Crystal released Erin's breasts. "I'm done here."
The not captive, not bound, not gagged, and not caged pair
turned and sauntered out the door.
The prisoners watched the door close and listened to the lock
"Mrrff?" Madison "asked."
"Mnrrm," Erin "answered."
Suddenly, the lights winked out, plunging the room into total
"Nrrf!" Madison complained.
"Nrr!" Erin agreed.
Steel scraped and clicked against steel as Erin fought her
bonds, the only sound in the light-less chamber. Madison's
ropes made no sound as she struggled, nor did her cage rattle as
she rolled and kicked her bound feet against the steel bars.
Independently, the roommates decided to conserve their remaining
strength, wait for their captors' return, and hope for the best.
What else could they do?
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Madison tried to sleep, but even though the individual bands of
conditioned hemp binding her body weren't that tight, the
nonstop bondage had become an ordeal. Now that she'd been
released from the hogtie, she was finding that not being able to
stretch her arms or separate her legs was increasingly
unpleasant, and the cramped confines of her cage didn't help.
Now and then she heard Erin rattling her cage. That is,
she heard the faint, metallic sounds of her friend trying to
find some degree of comfort in her tight, upright prison.
Madison could see nothing, of course, other than the weak,
meaningless flashes of noise one "sees" in total darkness as the
most sensitive nerves of the retina randomly fire and the brain
tries to make sense of the result. She tried to formulate
a plan as she willed herself to ignore her aching muscles, as
well as her increasing hunger and thirst. At some point they'll have to take
out my gag, she reasoned. (The alternative was
unthinkable.) I'll be
ready. I won't beg, but I know what to say to them, and
they'll have to
Madison squirmed and tried to stretch her bound feet, then
relaxed. I'll be ready,
she promised herself... and drifted off to sleep.
The lights were back on and the door was opening.
"Mrrf?" Madison sat up in her cage, wincing as her muscles
Lyndal and Crystal had returned. Both were wearing
knee-boots, skintight riding pants, and sleeveless tops with
plunging necklines, their Equestrian Bitch uniforms. This
time, they'd added black leather corset-belts. The
waist-cinching belts had three buckles down the front,
two smaller ones above and below a third, larger, shield-style
buckle. It was embossed with the elegant "A"
of the Adair Gallery logo. The handles of riding crops
emerged from their right boot tops, and some sort of stubby,
cylindrical objects were holstered at their sides.
They went to Madison's cage. Lyndal unlocked the padlock
and Crystal opened the lid.
"Congratulations, Fire," Crystal said as Lyndal reached inside
and hauled Madison to her bound feet, "you won the toss and get
to go first." She turned her head and favored Erin's
miserable form with an evil smile. "And you get to sleep
Meanwhile, Lyndal lifted Madison out of the cage, planted her
bound feet on the floor, and embraced her from behind.
Crystal knelt at her feet and untied the big toe-instep-ankle
rope. She then grinned up at Madison's gagged and tired
but defiant face.
"I'm going to set a few rules before we continue," Crystal said
as she climbed to her booted feet. Eyes locked with
Madison, she pulled a black plastic rod the size and shape of a
small flashlight from her holster, but it was no
flashlight. Instead of a lens, reflector and bulb or LED,
there were two blunt copper studs. She thumbed a sliding
switch on the side to the first of five settings. "Slaves
follow the orders of their Mistress instantly and to the best of
their abilities," the pixie lectured. "Failure to do so
will be punished." She held the device before Madison's
worried, brown eyes. "Innocent failures due to, say,
lack of understanding or physical encumbrance will result in
light punishment, for educational
"And because she's a
sadistic little witch," Lyndal chuckled.
The sadistic little witch in question favored her fellow slave
handler with a wry smile. "I'll deal with you, later, my
pretty," she promised, then refocused on Madison. "Where
was I? Oh yes, light punishment." She lightly tapped
Madison's left nipple with the end of the rod.
"M'mmpfh!" It was more a startled gasp on Madison's part
than a gagged scream. The touch had sent a shock through her
nipple. It wasn't terrifically painful, but it had hurt, something
between a vicious pinch and a bee sting.
"Willful disobedience, on the other hand—" Crystal
continued. She paused to thumb the selector switch to its
highest setting. Click-click-click-click.
"—will result in severe punishment."
Madison's eyes widened as the studs approached her right
breast. Then, she blinked, first in surprise and then in alarm as Crystal turned
and walked towards Erin's cage. "Nrrr!"
"MRRRFH!" Crystal had tapped Erin's stomach, between her
navel and the start of her pubic bush. The brunette
prisoner's body had gone rigid within the tight confines of her
cage and she'd screamed through
Crystal sauntered back to stand before Madison. Erin was
panting through her gag and squirming in helpless frustration,
her blue eyes wide with fear.
Lyndal released her hold on Madison's waist, but took a firm
grip on the end of the redhead's folded and hemp-wrapped braid.
"Three or four of those and your friend would be sleeping in,"
"You really should consider a career in stand-up comedy," Lyndal
"Quiet, I'm teaching," Crystal giggled, then focused on
Madison. "Severe punishment, like I said, but not for you, for your fellow
slave. Do you understand?"
Her eyes wet, Madison nodded, ignoring the tug on her scalp from
"Excellent." Crystal thumbed the switch to the off
position and slid the rod back into its holster. She then
untied Madison's knees, coiled the knee and foot ropes, and
gestured towards the door. "Follow me, slave," she said,
and stepped off.
Madison followed, as ordered, a little uncertain on her feet
after the hours of bondage in the cage, but she managed.
Lyndal had released Madison's hair and was following. She
paused to smile at Erin as she pulled the door closed.
Erin listened to the lock turn. Seconds later the lights
went out, once again plunging the room into complete
darkness. A sob escaped Erin's gag as she relaxed her
sore, aching body against the unforgiving steel of the
formfitting cage, seeking what comfort she could.
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followed Crystal down the hallway with Lyndal close on her
heels. She was stumbling in an exhausted daze, not really
focusing on her surroundings. Doors passed. An iron
gate was unlocked, they passed through, and it was locked behind
them. Then, more doors passed. Finally, they entered
a tiled room and Madison realized she was being led towards a
simple frame of stainless steel pipes. It consisted of two
vertical pipes running ceiling to floor and a pair of horizontal
pipes locked in place with adjustable clamps. The upper
horizontal pipe held what was unmistakably a steel collar and a
pair of manacles, one on either side of the collar. The
lower pipe held a pair of shackles. All the restraints
were thick and solid with well-rounded edges, and were secured
with adjustable clamps similar to those holding together the
"Nrrrf!" Madison squirmed and complained as her throat was
locked in the collar and it was closed and locked. Click! Next, her
ankles were secured in the lower shackles, leaving them splayed
about two feet apart. Click!
began untying her rope bonds. Madison stopped struggling
as the ropes melted away and offered no resistance as her arms
were raised and secured in the manacles. Click! Click!
She was now standing and facing the door. Her feet were
flat on the tiled floor, her arms raised to either side, and
wrists manacled about a foot to either side of her collared
throat. Lyndal was still behind her and messing with her
hair. She untied the rope binding the braid, and then the
Meanwhile, Crystal pulled several feet of hose from a reel
mounted on the wall, positioned herself in front of Madison, and
smiled. The Evil Pixie's thumb was on the trigger of the
nozzle attached to the end of the hose. "Unless you want a
bath, too..." she purred, addressing her fellow handler.
"I'm finished," Lyndal chuckled, stepping to the side.
"Mmmmfh!" Cold water sprayed from the nozzle and drenched
Madison's cringing, helpless body. Crystal played the
stream over her entire anatomy, stepping to the sides, as
required, to ensure full coverage. The water warmed from
cold to lukewarm, but it was unpleasant, not to mention
humiliating, to be hosed off like a dirty car. Eventually,
the stream stopped—"Nrrrf!"—but Lyndal had stepped forward with
a bucket of soapy water and was scrubbing Madison's pale,
dripping skin with a soapy mitt. "Mmm." The grinning
blonde made a thorough job of it, caressing every square inch of
Madison's slick form with the rough, foamy cloth. Finally,
Lyndal stepped back, Crystal pulled the trigger, and the water
stream returned, rinsing the suds from Madison and sending them
swirling down the large drain between Madison's feet.
Towels were next. They dried Madison's hair—or rather,
rendered it a damp, tousled mass of auburn curls. Next,
her gagged face, hands, arms, and torso were dried. From
the waist down, Madison remained dripping wet.
Crystal went to a cabinet and returned with an electric
Madison wiggled and tugged on her bonds, but Lyndal put a stop
to that by stepping behind her pinioned body, grabbing hold of
her waist, and bracing a hip against her buttocks.
"Remember, slave," Crystal said, "no struggling."
Madison shivered as the merrily buzzing tool made quick work of
her red pubic hair—Buzzzzz—leaving
behind a short stubble.
Crystal returned the electric razor to the cabinet, then
produced a can of shaving cream and a stainless steel safety
razor and sauntered back to the watching prisoner. The
grinning munchkin deposited a generous dollop of cream in her
held it before Madison's nose. "Menthol," she announced,
then slathered Madison's crotch.
Madison's body quivered in misery. The shaving cream was,
indeed, mentholated, and it was sending cool tingles through her
pussy and across her wet skin.
"I suppose some degree of shivering is unavoidable," Crystal
giggled, "but anything else, and we'll pause while Lyndal goes
back to the cage storeroom and delivers a number three zap to
each of your roommate's nipples, understand?"
Madison nodded, as best she could, then pinched her eyes tightly
closed and continued shivering in her bonds. Crystal was
giving her entire crotch a thorough and detailed shave. Schurrr. More cream
was dispensed and slathered on Madison's thighs and
calves. Over the next few minutes, Crystal worked her way
down Madison's legs, all the way to her shackled ankles.
The cream continued to tingle as the razor slid against
Madison's smooth, pale skin. Finally, Lyndal used a damp
cloth to remove any remaining cream as Crystal returned the can
and razor to the cabinet.
Just then, the door opened and Beverly and Marta entered.
Beverly was in sandals, designer jeans, and a white cotton
blouse—all very stylish, expensive, and casual.
Marta, however, was in a truly bizarre costume, not at all the
sort of thing one would expect to see gracing the beautiful,
elegant form of the gallery manager. First came a pair of
thigh-boots with four-inch heels. They laced up the front
and were skintight. Next came what could be described as
either a leather harness or a one-piece leather swimsuit with
generous cutouts. The leather was a distressed, reddish
brown and the metal hardware was gleaming brass. It wasn't
entirely clear whether the garment's many straps and buckles
were functional or purely decorative. What was clear, however, was
that a great deal of Marta's tan, toned skin was on open
display. Bracers—or possibly leather cuffs—encased her
wrists and forearms. Dangling brass rings were attached,
ready to be locked together and resolve the ambiguity.
Finally, a skintight, matching leather band covered her lower
face. Madison assumed it was buckled at the nape of her
neck, but Marta's loose brown tresses hid the actual
Marta held a metal tray in her hands. Its contents were
covered by a white cloth.
"Perfect timing, Mistress," Crystal said with a bow.
"Which of you is taking the lead with Fire?" Beverly inquired.
"We've agreed that I'll be the lead handler with both slaves,
Mistress," Crystal answered.
"You greedy little liar," Lyndal chuckled.
"Indeed," Beverly purred. "Pip, you'll take the lead with
Fire." She leaned close and kissed Lyndal's cheek.
"And you'll take the lead with Ice, my Norse Goddess."
"Yes, Mistress," Crystal and Lyndal acknowledged.
Madison watched as Crystal folded back the cloth covering
Marta's tray revealing a fancy pair of steel forceps, a small
atomizer, a tiny spray can, two small wire cages or
clamps—Madison wasn't sure what they were—and a pair of open
rings similar to— "NRRRRF!" The rings were like the
rings she'd seen piercing Lyndal's nipples! Her eyes wide,
Madison squirmed and tugged on her bonds with all her strength.
"Stop that, Fire," Beverly scolded, "you might bruise that
pretty, peachy-pink skin."
Crystal sighed and reached for her holstered shock-rod, then
stopped when Beverly shook her head.
"I'd be amazed if she wasn't
frightened," Beverly said, then nodded to Lyndal.
The smiling blonde stepped behind and braced Madison's upper
body, as she had before.
Crystal picked up one of the cage-clamp things with her right
hand and gripped Madison's right nipple between her left thumb
The base of the cage aspect of the device encircled the margin
of Madison's areola, except for an open quarter sector at the
base. After careful manipulation on Crystal's part, the
clamp aspect gripped the sides of the nipple with tiny, serrated
teeth. Crystal turned a tiny wheel and the cage extended,
stretching Madison's nipple.
"Nrrr!" The clamp was only mildly painful. More an
irritant than anything else. Madison sobbed through her
gag as the second cage-clamp was attached to her left nipple and
adjusted until both nipples were equally stretched.
"Be brave, Fire," Lyndal whispered in Madison's right ear.
Crystal sprayed the stretched nipples with the atomizer and a
chilling mist enveloped Madison's breasts. Alcohol, she
realized. She watched as Crystal fit one of the open rings
to the end of the forceps. Obviously, the instrument was
custom designed to hold the ring. The gap in the ring was
braced in the open jaws. "Nrrr!" Madison tried to
struggle, but her restraints and Lyndal held her firm.
Crystal sprayed the forceps and ring with alcohol, then slid the
ends of the forceps into a slot in the sides of the right nipple
"Here we go," Crystal purred, and gave the handle a gentle
"Nrrr—M'MMFH!" The forceps first squeezed the ring, then
closed with a quick snap,
piercing the stretched nipple and sealing the ring.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Lyndal whispered.
Her eyes wet, Madison sobbed as Crystal fit the second ring to
the forceps and slid the tip into the slot in the left
"It's a very clever design," Crystal said. "The
spring-loaded mechanism closes from both sides at once, so
there's no tearing of the tissue, and tiny wires in the hollow
tips of the rings cross and pierce tiny beads of the two
components of an industrial epoxy. They mix and expand and
fuse to the metal. In two hours, the joints will be
stronger than any other parts of the rings. Very clever."
"And hideously expensive," Beverly purred.
Crystal picked up the spray can and gave each nipple a
spritz. "A cortisone and coagulant gel," she explained,
then turned the wheels on each cage-clamp, removed them from
Madison's breasts, and returned them to the tray. The
rings remained behind, of course. "The gel will peel off
in a day or so. I'd tell you not to pick at it, but that
won't be an issue."
Madison looked down at her throbbing breasts. The marks
left by the cages were already fading. The rings felt
heavy... strange, but she wasn't in actual pain. Maybe it's the gel, she
thought. Sore, hungry, exhausted, and terrified, it was
less a thought than a drifting fancy. She was finding it
increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything.
"I think you better put this one to bed," Beverly said.
"Yes, Mistress," Crystal and Lyndal responded.
One at a time, Madison's wrists were released from the frame and
encased in leather mittens. They closed with zippers and
wide, padded cuffs with locking buckles and had steel rings
dangling from their tips. A wide leather belt was buckled
and locked around her waist and the mitten rings padlocked to
the belt at the small of her back. Next, her ankles were
freed from the lower frame and buckled and locked in leather
cuffs with a hobbling strap. Only then was the collar
unlocked and Madison was completely released from the
frame. Lyndal remained behind her, embracing and
supporting Madison's bound, gagged, naked, and now almost limp
Madison blinked and realized she was already out the door.
Beverly, Marta, and the tiled chamber were behind her and she
was stumbling down another of the seemingly endless labyrinth of
corridors under the Adair mansion. "Mrrf." She
marshaled her remaining strength and began carrying her weight,
taking the small steps allowed by her hobbles.
"Such a strong slave," Crystal giggled.
"Indeed," Lyndal agreed. She still had a steadying arm
around Madison's belted waist, making sure she wouldn't stumble
Crystal unlocked a door, revealing a small cell with a narrow
mattress on the floor. There was also a stainless steel
commode and a small steel sink. The Evil Pixie pointed to
a stainless steel bowl on the floor near the door. "Monkey
chow," she explained. "Crunchy on the outside, moist
inside, and nutritionally balanced."
"The nuggets are a
bit of an acquired taste," Lyndal chuckled, then unlocked and
unbuckled Madison's ball-gag.
At the same time, Crystal was peeling the gag-film from
Madison's face and lips. The milky plastic stretched the
helpless redhead's skin as it surrendered its adhesive
hold. Finally, the ball was plucked from her mouth.
Then, as Madison licked her lips and worked her jaws, she was
unceremoniously shoved across the threshold and into the cell,
and the door clanged shut behind her.
"W-wait!" she croaked, then coughed, licked her lips, and tried
again. "Wait, come back! You can't do this!
You can't get away with it! Come back!" She stamped
her hobbled feet in frustration. Her eyes were wet with
angry tears. "People know we're here!" She slammed
her shoulder against the door and screamed as loud as she
could. "PEOPLE KNOW WE'RE HERE!"
Silence. No response. She couldn't even hear
Crystal's and Lyndal's footfalls in the corridor.
What she did hear was the faint tinkle of falling water.
Madison turned and found a tiny stream of water arcing from a
small fitting and splashing into the steel sink. She
shuffled over and drank. The water was cool and clear, and
Madison drank her fill. Then, she took a step back and
eyed the bowl of "monkey chow" on the floor. Her empty
stomach rumbled. Later,
she thought as she sat on the mattress and lay on her
side. Maybe later.
The rings dangled from her nipples. The gel coating her
pink skin glistened like thin globs of clear wax or congealed
grease. She still wasn't in pain, if she ignored the
general soreness of her exhausted body. The mattress was
soft and comfortable. She closed her eyes and ignored her
complaining muscles and rumbling stomach... and drifted off to
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moaned through her gag in misery. She had no idea how long
it had been since Crystal and Lyndal had taken Madison away—more
than an hour, possibly two, but she may have drifted off once or
twice. She couldn't call it sleep, but she might have lost
Suddenly, the lights flashed on, a key rattled in the lock, and
the door opened.
Erin blinked in the sudden light. Her captors—her
"trainers"—had returned. They were wearing the same
equestrian outfits with riding crops tucked in their boots and
those horrible, scaled-down cattle-prods holstered at their
"Your lead, Blondie," Crystal said to her companion.
"I was there, Pipsqueak," Lyndal chuckled, then walked to Erin
and her cage, placed her hands on her hips, and smiled.
"Okay then, Ice, my pet. Your turn."
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