|TALES OF THE FOXWOOD B&B
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WHAT THE HELL??
Alarmed and confused
couldn't begin to describe Hannah's feelings.
Strangers in leather catsuits showing
up? Their "Victorian Humvee" contraption was the
"transportation" Sydney had talked about? They were
transporting/kidnapping her along
now they're capturing Sydney,
can't possibly have
been part of the plan...
to have herself captured!!
Sydney was wrapped in the net from the net-gun, on the ground,
woman with the gun had used chloroform—or something—to knock her out.
was happening, the other woman had tied the end of Hannah and
neck-tether to a pad-eye on the back bumper of their strange
Hannah watched as their handler knelt, looped and tightened some
of leather strap with a friction buckle around Jillian's ankles—Vrrrip!—then
forced Her Ladyship to the ground.
Jillian had been fighting her bonds and making as much noise as
would allow the entire time, ever since they'd passed through
gate. Unfortunately, Sydney, their original captor, knew
ropes and gags, and the catsuited kidnappers seemed to be adept
Much to Hannah's chagrin, it was only after Jillian was bound hand and
foot and writhing on the gravel that it
occurred to Hannah to actually try something, no matter how
effort. Her options were
severely limited, as she was box-tied with rope, like
like Jillian—and tethered by the neck, like Jillian.
However, her legs
free. Hannah was no martial artist,
but she was wearing
Apparently, their handler was
by an already
half-bound and gagged prisoner,
anyway. Hannah's right boot had barely left the ground
ankle was seized, she was flipped over her
kidnapper's knee, and she found herself deposited on her stomach
ground next to Jillian.
"Urmmf!" It hadn't been that
be zip-strapped together. Vrrrip!
"Nrrrf!" Hannah rolled on her back and and tried
this time with both feet, of course.
again, her handler was more than equal to the challenge.
the momentum of Hannah's kick to flip her back onto her
stomach, fold her legs back—Vrrrip!—and
Hannah's heart hammered and fury warred with fear as she fought
bonds. Her best efforts to escape were pathetically
even with the added adrenalin rush.
The other catsuit had walked back to the truck, leaving the
Sydney still wrapped in the net, halfway between the truck and
open gate. She pulled a leather satchel from the back of
truck, settled its strap on her right shoulder, then flipped
the flap. The neatly coiled ends of several bundles of
rope dyed a dark shade of gold were revealed. She closed
and walked back towards Sydney.
Meanwhile, the other woman had lifted Jillian and was carrying
dragging her into the back of the truck. For the next
or so, Hannah heard Jillian mewling gagged complaints from
watched as Sydney's limp form was
extracted from the net. Sydney's captor then began binding
wrists behind her back.
Her heart hammering, Hannah fought her bonds in a frenzy.
Who are these people?? Sydney, what
Then, Ms. Handler jumped down, released Hannah's hogtie,
and was lifting and dragging her
Twisting and struggling, Hannah was lifted and dropped on her
back on a
narrow bed—no, a
gurney—and a strap was tightened across her chest. Vrrrip! More straps
followed, across her
waist, thighs, and ankles. Vrrrip!
She turned her head and beheld Jillian on what she assumed was
identical gurney, restrained by similar straps. Their eyes
locked. Clearly, the Mistress of Foxwood had even less of an idea of what
Next, their kidnapper placed what Hannah could only describe as
gas-mask over Jillian's face! Other than its glass
was made of natural rubber. A long, flexible
hose, also of natural rubber, was attached to a regulator and
trailed to a row of steel tanks mounted on the truck's forward
wall. Jillian fought, but couldn't prevent straps from
deployed and tightened to hold the mask in place. The
opened a small valve on the regulator, then turned her attention
Hannah was fitted with a second mask and its straps were
tightened. She gazed
up through the clear gas at her kidnapper's leather helmet and
and the round, silvered lenses of her goggles. The mask's
was opened, and she heard a quiet
Hannah fought her bonds, rope and straps, twisting and bucking
and mewling through her gag and the close-fitting mask.
Meanwhile, their handler was adhering a copper disk with an
backing to the side of Jillian's throat. A twisted pair of
trailed from the disk and were plugged into an old-style
panel. Everything was
fabric insulation on the wires,
bayonet-plugs with ceramic housings, incandescent
bulbs, and clock-face dials with needle indicators. There
exception: a glass panel in an ornate frame then might possibly
small video monitor. A second pair of wires, this time
from the side of Jillian's gas-mask, were plugged into the
a switch was thrown.
The panel's lamps and dials began to glow, as did the glass
panel. It was a
monitor, and it
was black and white—dark and light shades
of sepia, actually—and a pair of squiggly lines were painting
screen. Jillian's pulse
breathing rate, Hannah realized.
Hannah continued struggling as their kidnapper pasted a disk to
neck and plugged its wires into a second panel, one over
that she couldn't really see. The wires from the mask were
plugged in, and Hannah struggled. She struggled
Yes, she had to
escape! She turned her head and looked at Jillian.
was gazing back, with her green eyes... Her incredibly
eyes... How Hannah loved those eyes! Okay, she was
to help Sydney mess with Jillian, but—sweet
god Jillian had beautiful
Don't close your eyes! Don't...
Hannah closed her own eyes... and slipped into unconsciousness.
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Naked, her fair, freckled skin shone with sweat and was soiled
grime that was part of her costume as the Kidnapped Princess
forced to labor as a thrall by her Evil Aunt. For the
millionth time since Jillian, the Evil Aunt in question, had
wrists and ankles in the bondage table's stocks and lashed her
with yards of faux-hemp, microfiber rope, Alice tugged on her
bonds. She didn't bother moaning through the plug-gag the
Baroness Sydney had strapped in her mouth. What was the
point? There was no point in struggling against the stocks
rope, either, but you try
moving when you've been spreadeagled on a
hard table with rope lashing you down for...
How long has it been?
How many hours since the Evil Baroness dragged the Saxon Thrall
and Her Ladyship out the torture chamber door—and did not rescue the
Beautiful Princess Alice, as Connie's script required?
decided to trash the rehearsal and have a little fun. Big
would deal with her little sister, eventually—but to drag off
and Jillian and leave her
...for hours and hours?
What a bitch!
The least she could have done was play with Hannah for a while,
come back and "torture" the Beautiful Princess with one of the
torture wands (vibrators) next to the whips, floggers, etc.,
the nearby table. She could even take a little playful
Sydney had promised. The compensatory sympathy-sex with
when she returned from Frisco would have more than balanced the
books. But to just leave
was thrown and the door opened.
Kayley was dressed in one of her Prosperous Peasant
hurried to the table and untied the ropes, then released the
"M'mmf." Alice's eyes welled as she tried to sit up.
couldn't help it. She'd been bound to the table too long
muscles not to
could finally try and move.
"None of that," Kayley muttered. "Just lie still,
She unbuckled and removed the little redhead's gag, then lifted
into her arms and carried her from the chamber.
Alice stifled a sob, wiped her eyes, then smiled up at
smile faded. "What's wrong, Kay-bear?"
Kayley's features were set in an angry frown. "Nothing,"
huffed. "Well, it's something, but we'll discuss it
"My dress," Alice said. "It's back in the torture
"Never mind," Kayley answered, shaking her head. "I want
take a nice bath, maybe soak in the hot tub or bake a few
sauna, then go to your room and get dressed."
"The thrall rags are in the laundry," Alice objected.
Kayley's lips curled in a grim smile and she leaned close and
Alice's cheek. "Put on something nice, appropriate for a
princess, not a
"What's going on, Kay-bear?"
Kayley kissed Alice again. It was another peck on the
opposed to one of her wet, full-force, patented Kayley-kisses.
By this time, they had reached the Roman Bath's changing
Kayley used her side and rump to ease through the airlock doors
the main Bath. She then gently lowered Alice to her bare
"Hold up your hair," Kayley ordered.
Alice did so, and felt Kayley insert a small key in her thrall
collar. The iron torus came free, and for the first time
Alice was completely nude—not
of course. She turned and gazed up at her rescuer.
"Kayley, what is—nrrfh!"
She was interrupted by a kiss, and this time it was a full-blown,
lip-smacking and tongue-wrapping Kayley-kiss. The naked
redhead shivered in Kayley's warm embrace and returned the kiss
Finally, Kayley released her hug and took a step back.
cleaned and dressed, then meet me in the kitchen for your
"And you'll tell me what's going on?"
Kayley nodded, kissed Alice's forehead (another peck), and
the doorknob. "Yes, as best I can." She opened the
Alice stared at the airlock door, then watched it shake as
exited through the companion door. This
Something big is up. She raised her
arms over her head and did a full-body, back-arching,
stretch—then padded towards the cleaning alcove and its soap
sponges, buckets, and showers.
Hot tub, she
decided. A nice soak in
the hot tub.
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in the Residents'
Wing to the Keep Kitchen. She was decidedly refreshed and
invigorated by her bath and a semi-long soak in the hot
was clean, more-or-less dry, and plaited in a loose French
one of her favorite gowns, the one with a wide pleat in the
laced bodice, yoke décolletage, and drooping sleeves, all in two
olive. Her mind was on supper, and her mouth was
She pushed open the kitchen door. "Okay, Kay-bear.
with the mystery. What the hell is—" Her blue-green
popped wide and she froze in the threshold. The door
on the rump as it closed, pushing her a step farther into the
room. She continued to stare.
Sydney was naked—completely naked—and
not in one of
the Keep's many much more appropriate
venues for such a condition!
Syd's arms were behind her back, and the chair back, as well,
the wrists, forearms, elbows, and shoulders. More rope
upper body, waist, lap, knees, and ankles to the chair and/or
together. It was a sitting hogtie, with Sydney's feet and
off the floor—and now that she looked, Alice could see that her
cousin's fingers and toes were
bound, as well, and were contributing to the hogtie. Icing
bondage cake, a thrall-collar, possibly the same collar
Kayley had removed from Alice, was now locked around Sydney's throat.
Alice stepped around the chair and could now see that Sydney was
gagged. It looked like three cloths: one as stuffing, a
a narrow, tight cleave, and the third as a tight, over-the-mouth
covered Syd's entire lower face. Alice stared at the
symmetrical web of rope. Kay-bear's
work, was her best guess.
As puzzling as Sydney's
predicament was the expression in her blue-green eyes. She
Alice's surprised gaze, then lowered her eyes to her own tightly
lap. She didn't glare
shoot the proverbial daggers, as Alice would have expected.
"Kay-bear?" Alice whispered.
The Mistress of the Kitchen was sitting at the table, reading
apparently a multi-page letter on expensive parchment
Adding to Alice's confusion, Kayley's iPhone was in plain sight,
there on the table, in gross
carefully nurtured Medieval/High Fantasy façade.
Kayley lifted her eyes from the letter and pointed to a
tray at the end of the table. "Roast beef sandwich with
greens, potato spears au
gratin, a bottle of brown ale, and a small trifle for
desert. Would you prefer wine?"
Her eyes on Sydney, Alice shook her head. "Ale is
fine. Uh..." Her gaze turned to Kayley.
Kayley, was smiling... sort of. "Jillian and Hannah will
for a few days. I need to make a private call to sort out
details. Would you please eat in your room so I can do
Alice blinked. "Huh? I mean, yeah, sure; but—"
"Please, Princess?" Kayley interrupted. "I'll be able to
the morning. Please?"
"Of course," Alice nodded, and picked up the tray.
"Kay-bear? Everything's okay... isn't it?"
Kayley's smile brightened a little. "Of course.
nothing to worry about. In the morning, okay?"
"Okay, g'night." Alice turned and exited the kitchen,
her supper tray.
"Goodnight, Princess," Kayley called after her.
A few seconds passed... then Kayley's smile faded
shifted her now overtly angry gaze to Sydney. "I've reread
letter three times," she growled, "and each time, I get angrier
angrier. There better not
lie to Alice."
Sydney's gaze remained on her own lap.
Kayley picked up her iPhone, consulted the last page of the
the table, and tapped out a number. Seconds passed, and
"Kayley Barbano for your Mistress." She continued glaring
Sydney. "Kayley Barbano—B-A-R-B-A-N-O. Just put me
A few more seconds passed.
"Hello," Kayley continued. "Yes, it has been a long time, but
make chitchat after you
me not to call an
acquaintance of mine at the B.I.I. The Bureau of
Intelligence? California Department of Justice?"
Kayley listened for several seconds, punctuating the interlude
occasional "I see" or "go on."
"Alright," she said, finally, "I'm willing to wait a while
you will let me talk
very soon. Yes... Goodnight."
Kayley broke the connection and slipped the iPhone into the
her apron. She then folded the letter and returned it to
envelope, then pocketed it and stood.
Sydney lifted her gagged head and met Kayley's icy stare.
Clearly, Kayley was still very
be very disappointed.
you to be the one
Sydney dropped her gaze, again.
"I imagine you're probably hungry," Kayley said as she walked
door to the Common Room. "Too bad." She turned out
lights and made her exit.
Sydney heard the lock turn. Click.
door—Kayley and Jillian,
through her gag and slumped in
her bonds. She knew from experience she would not be escaping
from bonds applied by Kayley Barbano.
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Constance crept down the hallway of the Residents' Wing.
Both were wearing the costumes they'd stashed in the Lower Mews
lockers when they'd changed for their shopping trip—Wood Elf
Shabby Scholar, respectively. Both were carrying shopping
bags, modern shopping
bags with the
logos of various stores. This was flaunting
the rules, but it was the sort of minor infraction that was
winked upon when Foxwood didn't have visitors.
"Let's check in with Alice," Cricket suggested.
"Big surprise," Connie giggled. "The Elf wants to sneak in
Princess. I'm game."
Cricket grinned and reached for Alice's doorknob—but the door
before her hand could close.
"Get in here!" Alice ordered in a whisper, then pulled Cricket
Connie into her room and closed the door. She was dressed
sheer, full-length, chemise-style
"Wow," Cricket gasped, gazing at her lover's pale, freckled
slightly obscured by the frilly folds of the gown. "You
frowned. "Where's your collar? You're on duty 'til
of the month, aren't you?"
"I was," Alice sighed. "Wait 'til I tell you what
"The kitchen door is locked," Constance stated.
"On our way in we stopped to raid the pantry," Cricket
"Let me tell you!" Alice interrupted.
"Well?" The brunettes demanded in unison.
Alice smiled. "We'll make it a sleepover." She went
mantle of the bedroom's small fireplace, pulled a Foxwood Yule
from a small vase, and flipped it towards her visitors.
Cricket snatched the coin from midair. "Heads!"
"Which would make me 'tails', of course," Connie added.
Cricket slapped the coin on the back of her left hand, then
Alice and Cricket smiled at Connie.
"Tails, it is," Connie sighed, and rolled her eyes. "It
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barefoot, and was wearing a sheer, linen chemise. Her
hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back.
She had no real excuse to check on the slumber party in Alice's
but what else did she have to do? She was too worried
Jillian and Hannah to sleep,
and she had to do something.
She listened at the door for a few
seconds... nothing... then slowly turned the knob.
The door wasn't locked. She pulled it open a wide crack
Alice, Cricket, and Constance were asleep on the bed.
The mattress and frame were large, but it was
still close quarters, even for three munchkins like Alice and
cousins. They'd risen to the occasion—or more correctly, reclined to the occasion,
tangling limbs and getting very
Kayley smiled. It was cliché, of course, but the redhead
and two brunettes were like three slumbering kittens.
the middle, with her wrists and ankles bound to the four corners
the bed in a loose spread-eagle. Alice was on her left and
Cricket on her right.
Earlier, no doubt, the scene had been decidedly more active.
No doubt they'd gossiped like teenagers about what they
knew—what Alice knew—of
current situation. For tonight, Jillian and Hannah were
some mysterious trip
"Kay-bear" was supremely pissed off at Sydney, for some
And once the gossiping was over, the usual amorous frolicking
Tomorrow... Kayley would have to tell them more... but she'd try
after she'd talked it over with Jillian. Then, she'd
how to spin the situation for the non-guilty parties.
Still asleep, Alice yawned and stretched—which caused Cricket to
stretch and hug
Connie—which caused Connie to yawn and tug on her bonds, or
was a restrained stretch.
Kayley's eyes sparkled. I
love them so, she sighed, all
of them. I
Jillian and Hannah, too. Her smile faded. And Sydney. I'd like
her... slowly... but I love her. She slowly,
pulled the door closed, then pattered back down the hall to her
and climbed into bed.
She had to
whatever might be happening to Jillian and Hannah—she had to sleep. Kayley
her eyes. Sydney, of course, would be
sleeping in the kitchen, tied to her chair and basking in
love. Okay, she'd changed the little fool's gag to a
cleave and had released her under-the-chair hogtie and lashed
ankles between the front legs, but the Evil Baroness was still
in for a
very long, very uncomfortable
deal with it all tomorrow—including
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