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scandalous costume. Granted, her attentive audience of
party-goers hadn't pinched or slapped her transparently
but they had used
gloved hands to explore her
curves, pat her cheeks, and chuck her chin, all the while making
teasing, catty remarks
her condition. And they'd made note of the
fine details of her humiliation that were visible only in
touches Patricia had added while dressing her on the frame back
bathing chamber. Specifically:
Humiliating—to be sure. Hannah's cheeks continued to burn
her eyes flash with smoldering resentment. (And Hannah
herself the occasional thrill
of an appreciative
crowd of beautiful, elegantly gowned women.)
- The tiny, baby-blue ribbons cinched around the base of her
nipples and tied with elegant bows.
- The half-dozen matching ribbons tied around gathered tufts
of her dark-blond pubic hair.
- The pale blue gemstone tucked in her navel, visible
oval, lace-bordered cutout in the front of her baby-blue
- And finally, the "chastity belt" of thin silver chain with
diamond settings that encircled her waist, passed through
and cleaved both her labia and buttocks.
Hannah might have been tempted to slap a few faces and make a
remarks of her own, but either activity was impossible, thanks
diamond-studded bracelets cuffing her wrists behind her back and
white satin tape, with its humiliating
pair of ruby-red, painted-on lips, plastered over her
Hannah might also have
tempted to kick the most assertive of her
"admirers" in particularly sensitive portions of their
restraints shrouded by her diaphanous garments made kicking
as well. The blue ribbon and white lace garters holding up
sheer white stockings were actually locking straps, buckled
to dimple the flesh of her thighs. They were joined by a
short, very thin chain of silvered steel that also secured the
of a vertical chain dangling between her legs. Also,
of her baby-blue slippers were, in fact, cloth-covered steel
their connecting hobble-chain was held off the floor by the
of that same
vertical chain. Kicking was impossible. Simple
Tall and short, young and old, all exquisitely gowned—and a few
tipsy—Hannah's gaggle of admirers continued to crowd around her
stutter-stepping, mewling form. Patricia was keeping a
leash, preventing her from escaping... not that flight
was possible, regardless.
Hannah couldn't see much beyond her
immediate ring of admirers. She did take note of a robot
orchestra on a
more party-goers being served by maids, and— Wait! Sydney?
had caught a glimpse of red hair, disappearing through a
doorway. Had it been her kidnapped girlfriend? Or
"Excuse me, ladies," a familiar voice purred, "I'm afraid I must
Hannah turned her head and glared at Jaclyn. The smugly
brunette was resplendent in her white
male formal-wear, and was relieving Patricia of the end of the
leash, and apparently, of her custody of Hannah. "Our
has sent me to fetch her pretty blond dolly."
A chorus of cooing sighs sounded from Hannah's admirers, as
well as disappointed remarks like "Oh, no!", "But she's so
and "I've not had a chance to fondle her breasts!"
"Sorry," Jaclyn purred, tugging on Hannah's leash. "Duty
Hannah was led across the ballroom and towards a small door
part of the mirrored and wainscoted wall. Patricia
her hobbled wake.
The door led to a hallway, and Hannah noticed a gentleman in
attire several steps ahead of them. He opened a side door,
and as Hannah and her handlers came near, smiled and made a
sweeping gesture. "Ladies, would you care to join us?"
Hannah's eyes widened as she surveyed the room beyond. It
Victorian in decor—no surprise there—but was somewhat more
style that the other upstairs rooms she'd seen,
with dark wallpaper, brass lamps, and overstuffed chairs of
leather. Several male and a few female
party-goers were present, lounging in chairs or standing in
groups. Most were smoking cigars and/or sipping brandy.
In the center of the room, under the glare of bright lights
from overhead, a diminutive maid was
on her stomach, stretched across a padded footrest. The
thing's wrists and knees were strapped to the rest's wooden legs
her skirt has hitched up and
under her apron ties. Also, her frilly knickers had been
exposing her white, dimpled bottom and firm thighs. A
straight, brown pageboy framed her pleading eyes. A thick
cleaved her mouth and muffled her whimpers of distress.
Off to one side, a mustachioed gentlemen had removed his coat
rolled up his sleeves, and was examining an array of whips,
floggers, and riding crops in an open cabinet.
"Chloe has been a bad girl," Jaclyn chuckled.
"An impromptu meeting of our Flagellation and Tickulation
whispered in Hannah's ear.
"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen," Jaclyn said with a bow, "but
hostess is keeping this one—" She indicated Hannah with a
gesture. "—for herself."
There were nods of polite acceptance, and the door
closed. The parade of three continued down the hall.
"I believe the gentleman about to 'entertain' little Chloe is a
newcomer," Patricia remarked.
"He is," Jaclyn confirmed, "but the old hands won't let him get
They continued down the hall and entered a darkened
only light was from a set
of French doors opening on the garden. The flowerbeds and
beyond were dimly
lit by the light spilling from the distant ballroom's
window-wall. Suddenly, a light clicked on and Hannah
seated in a comfortable easy chair. Standing beside her
brunette in an ivory gown. She was forty-something, like
and quite beautiful, also like
Hannah's eyes popped wide and she started forward—"M'rrrfh!"—but
she could reach the limit of her leash, Patricia and Jaclyn had
"Easy, Hannah!" Jillian cautioned her employee.
"We won't let her hurt herself," Jaclyn purred.
"I know," Jillian sighed, then smiled at Hannah. "Hello,
You look beautiful."
Patricia kissed Hannah's cheek. "Beautiful, indeed," she
The ivory-gowned brunette gestured to an identical overstuffed
next to Jillian's.
handlers dragged her forward and plopped her into its cushioned
"Hannah," Jillian said, gesturing towards the brunette with her
hands, "allow me to
our hostess, Caroline Saunders, Mistress of Silverberry Manor."
"Miss Blair," Caroline nodded, smiling sweetly.
"Caroline and I are dear old friends," Jillian explained.
gown not scandalously
"If I'm 'old', what are you?" Caroline countered, and shared a
What the hell is going
dropped over her shoulders and was cinched tight. More
followed. Jaclyn was tying her to the chair, and she was
job of it. Hannah squirmed and fought, but the
cord continued tightening around her body, pinning
her arms to her sides, binding her legs together, and lashing
her to to
the chair from shoulders to ankles.
Meanwhile, Patricia had produced additional coils of the same
and was lashing Jillian to her
Caroline sat in a chair facing the two prisoners, and
"Hannah, allow me to explain your current circumstances."
continued to slither and tighten, pressing Hannah even further
"Your abduction was commissioned by Sydney," Caroline continued.
blinked in surprise. "Nh'nee?"
"Yes, Sydney," Caroline chuckled. "I know you two were
conspiring to kidnap Jillian, but it's Sydney you have to thank
being her companion in captivity."
Jillian smiled at Hannah. "You realize I'm going to have
punish you severely for
treachery," she purred, then shifted her smile to
I suppose I could just
Sydney's betrayal balance the books for poor Hannah, at least as
far as I'm concerned."
Caroline smiled back. "Very well. Consider our
treatment of 'poor Hannah' as proxy
punishment, on your behalf. Two birds with one stone."
"You're most kind," Jillian nodded, then turned to Patricia, who
still engaged in the process of binding her to the
chair. "Excellent technique, Miss, uh..."
"Patricia Ballard, madam."
"Charmed, I'm sure," Jillian said. "Helpless, and
Hannah felt like her head was going to explode. Obviously,
Jillian was a damsel very much not in
Caroline leaned close and kissed Jillian's lips. "I
show you a recording of my conversation with Sydney." She
nodded at Hannah. "I might as well enlighten you both."
Jillian nodded. "As you said, two birds, one stone;
Caroline was holding a silencing finger against Jillian's
let your sister speak for herself, shall we?"
Patricia reached over the top of the chair from behind and
piece of satin-white tape over Jillian's lips. It was
to Hannah's tape-gag, only its painted-on lips were a shade of
coral that complemented Jillian's complexion.
Jillian locked eyes with Caroline as her gloved hands smoothed
across her face.
"There," Caroline chuckled. "At Silverberry Manor, I
the last word."
Jillian's eyes were smiling, even as she forced an indignant
"Harrumph!" past her new gag.
Meanwhile, Jaclyn had walked to a nearby table and turned an
framed panel of dark glass on a tasteful stand to face the
"We'll leave you two to enjoy the show," Caroline said, then
Hannah and Jillian watched their hostess (kidnapper) and her
(their handlers) depart, closing the door behind them.
alone in the dark, two elegantly gowned and coiffed captives,
inescapably and elaborately bound and
gagged in comfortable chairs.
Hannah squirmed and tested her bonds. It was like
something out of a
Suddenly, the glass panel began to glow, revealing itself to be
flat-screen TV in disguise. An image brightened and came
focus, and it was Sydney, as
Caroline had promised.
horizontal wooden beam,
her arms to either side of her pink, freckled body. A
blindfold covered her
eyes and her copper-red curls hung in a tousled mass.
Despite her girlfriends alleged perfidy, a thrill passed through
helpless body. She's so
beautiful like that, the helpless blonde thought.
thrill intensified, and Hannah covered the inevitable shiver of
with a rope-testing squirm.
The sound of a metronome sounded from the television's speakers.
Tick... tock... tick...
Sydney tugged on her bonds, but clearly, she was helpless... as
helpless as her current audience.
A minute passed... and finally, a voice spoke. "Hello,
It was Caroline.
Sydney flinched in
then composed herself. "Hello, Mistress."
surprised by Sydney's subservience.
"My goodness, Sydney," Caroline chuckled, "you're even more
beautiful than I remember." She remained off-camera.
last we met, you were a coltish
young thing; stunning, but very much the hoydenish tomboy.
just look at you now. You've grown into an intoxicating
a wisely respectful, intoxicating
Sydney didn't answer, immediately. Then, she cleared her
throat. "May I speak, Mistress?" she asked.
Sydney swallowed. "You said you would have an answer for
"I did... and I do... and that answer is... yes."
Sydney sighed in relief.
"However, there are two conditions," Caroline continued.
by an unseen hand, the
tip of a riding crop had delivered a
stinging slap to
left nipple. "Conditions, Mistress?"
"That's better," Caroline purred. "It's difficult being a
when you're very much a Top, isn't it Sydney?"
"Very difficult, Mistress," Sydney huffed.
"A lesson that we both agree would benefit your sister,"
chuckled. "Now... my
conditions. I'm intrigued by this Hannah that Jillian thrust
you. I'll entertain Jillian, as you request, but only if
girlfriend accompanies her as, shall we say, her chaperon."
Sydney paused before answering. "Why, Mistress?"
"If Jillian is to receive a thrilling surprise," Caroline
"then so shall your pretty blond girlfriend. I think I
your motivation, Sydney, but I won't become involved if this is
sisterly squabble. If you trust me with Jillian, you will
me with your lover. You do
"If I didn't trust you, Mistress," Sydney answered, "I wouldn't
Hannah stared at the screen in disbelief. Sydney had betrayed her!
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: AMoM
Earlier in the day, at Foxwood...
at the sliver of
landscape visible through the heavily barred arrow slit.
thick, wavy glass obscured most details, but the sun was setting
forest shadows were lengthening and beginning to merge.
Earlier in the day, Kayley had
moved her from the Stone Tower's unfurnished center cell to one
Princess Cells, next door. Sydney now had the "luxury" of
chair. All were
crude and handmade, the sort of things one might find in the
hovel of a
woodcutter, not in
accommodations supposedly worthy of a
Princess, but they were much
to a collar,
alone. Sydney dragged its heavy, tethering chain to the
sat. The thick, strong links allowed her to explore most
but did not allow her close enough to even touch the iron-banded
locked oak door.
Kayley had also provided a bucket of clear water and a linen
Sydney had scrubbed herself clean, as best she could, then
Kayley's other gift, one of Princess Alice's soiled and tattered
"Cinderella gowns". Her unbrushed hair pulled back and
a strip torn from the washrag, clothed in what had once been a
gown worthy of the Queen's Court but now was a ragged disgrace,
by the neck to the wall of her tower cell... Sydney languished.
A key turned in the lock and the thick, heavy door opened.
Kayley carried a wooden tray into the cell and set it on the
then picked up the empty lunch tray and stepped back.
The new, cloth-covered tray held her supper, of course.
Sydney said, "please let me explain."
Kayley shook her head. "There's nothing to explain.
what you did and why you did it. You're staying in this
Jillian and Hannah return from Silverberry. Maybe they'll let you talk your
The door closed, the lock turned, and Sydney was alone, again.
She carried the tray to the table and removed the cloth
There was a small jug of wine and a crude cup, a bowl of thick
beef stew, a slab of fresh-baked bread, and a peach. It
probably the same fare that was being served down below, but
usual condiments and garnishes.
Sydney sighed and prepared to eat. There was no knife or
but she knew how to tear the bread and use the pieces as edible
Unexpectedly, the door opened, again. Kayley
carried the familiar shape of Sydney's leather encased
cell and set it down on the stone floor, within easy reach of
chain. She then turned and left, without a word, locking
A sob escaped Sydney's trembling lips, and her eyes
welled. My guitar.
change of venue, and the clothing. A great
This isn't turning out at all
like I intended, Sydney
thought. It was all
be fun... for
everybody. I'll make it up to them, she
promised herself, to all of
Somehow, I'll set things right.
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squirmed in her tight bonds. The
chair was comfortable, but sitting in one position was getting
old. The idiot!
fumed, thinking of her girlfriend. Fun is fun, but what the hell was
Hannah had been somewhat distracted of late—an understatement,
there was one. However, tied to her chair and watching the
Caroline's TV, she'd finally had the information and "leisure"
necessary to put the pieces together—especially after the
onscreen revelations had transitioned into the non-stop boinking
ratfink in question.
So... Silverberry Manor
was a steampunk version of Foxwood. Caroline and Jillian
history, probably a lot of
That part was iffy,
probably a little messy and complicated, and wasn't Hannah's
concern. And as for
Sydney... it was clear her intentions hadn't been
thought Caroline and her staff would "entertain" her
deliciously kinky fashion—but
Hannah and Sydney had a lot to talk about, after Hannah was
her kidnappers and after
had more time to think things through.
Meanwhile, the boinking continued. The Mistress of
Silverberry never appeared onscreen. Sydney remained the
center of attention, but Jaclyn and
Patricia had appeared—especially
third entertainer, a cute little
brunette in a maid's uniform.
blindfolded, bound, and gagged. She writhed and fought the
as her captors coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her flushed,
sweat-dripping body. It was kinda hot... okay, it
was really hot, but
Hannah was hardly
in a position to relieve her building tension.
Hannah turned her head and focused on Jillian, and the
captive gazed back. I
could talk about all this,
Leaving their mouths
taped was just mean.
in her bonds
and her thoughts, Hannah had
no choice but to continue processing what she'd learned, on her
Suddenly, the screen went black.
Hannah sighed and squirmed in her bonds, then closed her
eyes. A nap, she
decided, ignoring her
simmering state of arousal. I'll
Seconds passed, then, a flickering, reddish light bathed the
Hannah's eyelids. She opened her eyes and found the TV
glowing, once more. The message "SILVERBERRY MANOR, SOUTH GARDENS" flashed
times, then was replaced by what Hannah assumed was the garden
question, but the image was dark and shifted into the
red. A label in the upper left corner read
"SECURITY CAMERA #1", and in the
right, "NIGHT VISION".
What's the point of this? Hannah
What do we care
The hedge bordering the formal flowerbeds rustled and a
figure emerged. Moving stealthily she—and she was definitely a she—darted
to cover. Her hair was long and
dark, and her leather costume as tight as a second skin.
Emma Peel! Hannah
thought. She looks like
Peel. The complete Avengers DVD set held a treasured place in
The catsuited figure was too distant for Hannah to see her face,
there was something familiar
the edge of the screen, and, presumably, to
The screen flashed and changed to a different perspective.
in the upper left corner screen changed to "#2". The
catsuited stranger continued her approach. She disappeared
the retaining wall of an elevated flowerbed... then reappeared
far end. Obviously, she was unaware that she was being
tracked by the Manor's security system.
The camera angle changed, again—"#2" became "#3"—and the stranger
no longer a stranger!
Hannah and Jillian stared at the screen in surprise.
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Pilar de la Calva, Hannah's friend and
Jillian's friend and customer! And she was a sight for
kinky sight for sore eyes, in her tight leather
She's coming to rescue us! Hannah
she's here! Hannah
fought her bonds with all her strength. I have to warn her!
Jillian was unconcerned, or, more probably, resigned to their
to influence events. She watched Hannah struggle, then
eye and shook her head.
Hannah glared at her
red-haired employer, then sighed and collapsed in
her bonds. She's
She's always right.
The screen went blank, again.
Seconds later, the French doors opened and Pilar entered the
parlor. She crossed to the desk and clicked on a lamp,
turned and smiled at
Hannah stared in stunned amazement (and simmering
Pilar's catsuit wasn't just tight, it looked like she'd been
into the thing. The seams of the black, smooth,
leather garment followed every curve of her dancer's body.
Knee-boots, skintight pants, corset-tight bodice, long sleeves,
gauntlet-like gloves, and a high collar—only Pilar's exquisite
face was exposed. Her tousled, raven hair was loose about
shoulders. A pair of pistols were strapped to her thighs,
buckle of the wide gun-belt bore some sort of emblem—and if
mistaken, it was a Masonic emblem.
"Lady Foxwood," Pilar said, bowing to Jillian in a graceful,
feminine manner at odds with her costume. "Miss
Blair," she added, bowing to Hannah. "I anticipated I
to conduct an extensive
search. This is too easy."
Suddenly, all the lights in the parlor came on at once and the
door and French doors
"Too easy, indeed!" It was Caroline, resplendent in her
The broom-handle Mauser machine-pistol in her gloved hand was
Behind Caroline came a pair of maids, also armed, one with
machine-pistol and the other with a net-gun.
From the garden, Jaclyn and
Patricia appeared. Both were in the same dark-brown,
catsuits they'd worn to kidnap Hannah
and Jillian from Foxwood, but without the hoods, masks, or
a net-gun trained on Pilar, while Jaclyn was aiming what
appeared to be
a short, multi-barreled shotgun.
Pilar had drawn her rather exotic looking revolvers, but was
pointing them at the ceiling. She knew she was
outmatched. Still smiling, she slowly returned the pistols
holsters, then raised her gloved hands.
"Pilar du Romany," Caroline addressed her new prisoner, "Gypsy
and premiere secret agent of the
Occidental. At last you are in my power."
still raised, Pilar bowed. "Mistress Saunders," she
Caroline nodded at Jaclyn and Patricia. "Take no
She's as dangerous as a cobra."
The leather-clad minions surged forward. Patricia relieved
Pilar of her pistols, placing them
on the desk. Meanwhile, Jaclyn gathered Pilar's gloved
behind her back. There was an audible click, then the catsuited
beauty was turned 180°.
Hannah, Jillian, and the others watched as Jaclyn slipped a wide
leather strap around Pilar's upper arms and pulled its friction
touched. Pilar gasped, but the smile never left her
Her gloved wrists were locked in joined
handcuffs, and now Jaclyn was adding steel thumb-cuffs, as
Jaclyn took a
firm grip on Pilar's hair, then dragged her towards Caroline.
Caroline gently caressed the side of Pilar's
smiling face with a gloved hand. "So beautiful," she
sighed. "So very
beautiful." She let her hand drop. "Tell me who told
was holding Lady Foxwood."
"I will tell you nothing," Pilar answered, still smiling.
"Yes, you will," Caroline sighed, her expression sad. "In
end... you will." She nodded.
Patricia stepped forward and forced a ball-gag into Pilar's
mouth. Jaclyn held the prisoner's hair while Patricia
cinched the strap tight—until Pilar's cheeks bulged—then buckled
Caroline focused on Jaclyn. "You know what I want done
Jaclyn nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
Her pale blue eyes locked with Pilar's, Caroline nodded.
take no chances."
Jaclyn and Patricia took Pilar by the arms and dragged her
the door and into the interior of the manor. The maids
aside to let them pass.
"Such a shame," Caroline sighed, shaking her head. She
turned to face Hannah
and Jillian. The maids had placed their weapons on a side
standing behind their mistress, smiling at the captives and
orders. "Move them up to my bedroom," she purred, then
Hannah. "Be careful with the
blonde. She doesn't yet know her
place." She turned, with a swish of her full gown, and
Hannah and Jillian watched her depart, then focused on the
Both were in their early twenties. One had straight, black
hair and a pretty face with round cheeks. The other was a
blonde, a Nordic beauty with blue eyes.
"Should we summon help?" the blonde asked her companion.
"No," the raven-haired maid answered. She reached into her
pocket and produced a palm-sized metal device with two short,
glass-insulated copper studs. She pressed a button, and a
spark snapped between
"I have my Tesla-stingulator," she said, smiling at
one of them gives us any trouble, they'll regret it."
Hannah glanced at Jillian, and they both heaved a resigned
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