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THE FOXWOOD B&B
The Kidnapped Princess
Alice's gown was
much the worse for wear. The left shoulder seam had parted
time ago, and she was now showing much more of her freckled
and breast than was proper, even in a Court gown of the
latest cut, with its "naughty"
and flirtatious décolletage. In addition,
the gown's skirt and underlying chemise were now ripped along
side, exposing her bare, freckled leg to mid-thigh with every
step. There was also a great deal of dust and dirt, both
velvet fabric of the gown and on her shining skin. Yes, it
outrageous, but Her Royal
Highness was actually glowing.
she was sweating like a peasant bringing in the harvest!
Even worst, her long, copper-red, beautiful curls were in
disarray. Finally, her slippers were not made for travel
were in worse
than her gown, to the point of being nearly ready to fall off
A linen rag was stuffed in the Regal mouth and held in place by
cleave-gag of similar cloth. Her wrists and throat were
a pillory-yoke of heavy, thick oak, with her hands about a
foot to either side of the Royal visage. An iron hinge
one end of the device and a hasp and
padlock the other, and centered in between were a pair of
iron rings with long, attached
chains, in front and in back. The ends of the
chains were clutched in the gloved hands of her captors. A
chain dangled nearly to the ground and linked to the center of
the hobble-chain joining the heavy iron shackles locked around
Royal ankles. She was being treated like a common criminal
way to prison!
And who were the captors who were perpetrating this Outrage upon
Royal Personage? They were Elves, Dark Elves.
The pointy-eared pair had captured Alice in the garden of the
Castle, more than a week ago. How they'd slipped past the
remained a mystery, but they had, and she'd been their helpless
since, and was being dragged
still unknown destination with
water, or rest! The Drow-maiden in the rear was about
while the one in front was a few inches taller. Both were
rather scandalous costumes
showed a lot of skin, in the shameless manner of their kind, be
they Drow, Wood-Elves, or the seldom seen High-Elves.
loincloths, bandeaus, leather harnesses, and other
accouterments were in shades of gray and brown, and they were
long, curved swords. The taller elf's long, brown hair was
a tight ponytail, except for a pair of long, thin
braids that framed her beautiful, high-cheeked face. Her
and equally beautiful companion's slightly darker hair was
Court "wisdom" held that all Drow had very dark complexions,
even darker than the
beyond the Great Desert, but her captors' skins were
normal—normal like the skin of humans not blessed
with lovely red hair and pretty freckles like Princess Alice,
is. However, rival opinion held
that Drow skin was pale to the point of being colorless, and
into flame if
they ventured into direct sunlight. Obviously, there was a
inaccurate "knowledge" circulating about the Darkling
However, her captors did possess the one Drow feature about
sources agreed: their eyes were a striking shade of violet.
Also, the Princess could vouch
for their propensity for cruelty, another agreed upon Drowish
attribute. Her captors were setting a brutal pace, allowing few
periods and never totally freeing Alice from her bonds.
ignore her whimpering, gagged efforts to communicate and beg for
and release, they were obviously enjoying her
suffering, gazing upon her helpless, disheveled condition with
gloating smiles. During the day, they only removed
her gag to force gulps of water and a few paltry bites of
near-tasteless trail bread past her lips, and when they
finally decided to stop for the
night, well after
camped without fire. And during the night, rather than
uninterrupted sleep, the
little Drow, the
one with short hair, would run her pale little hands
over Alice's body, grope her breasts under her ripped gown, and
do things to
it felt good, but Alice was tired, and scared, and she needed
beauty rest... badly!
Alice was exhausted, dirty—no filthy—hungry,
had her Mother, the
Queen, done to offend the Drow? Okay, their mortal
Wood-Elves, were welcome at Court (after a fashion), but she
welcomed a Drow ambassador as well (after a fashion), if one had
approached the throne. Why were the Drow making war on
More likely, it wasn't
and this pair of violet-eyed, pointy-eared
mercenaries. But the underlying question
them to take
such an awful risk? Didn't they realize that half the
and every gamekeeper and woodsman in the Kingdom were hot on
heels at this
They rounded a turn and Alice blinked in surprise. The
trail ahead continued across a clearing to a large building
into the side of
the hill they'd been climbing half the morning. The Foxwood Keep! She
recognized its towers, windmill spire, and mill house from a
margin of a
map she'd found in the
Royal Archives. It was the domain of her once removed
Jillian! Alice knew her mother and Jillian had had a
of some sort, years earlier, and The Lady Foxwood wasn't welcome
court. As far as Alice knew, the feeling was mutual, but
was her cousin!
Are they going to stop at the
Alice wondered. Surely
Jillian will recognize me... and I'll be rescued!
kidnappers were making a serious
As they approached the building, three figures emerged from a
The first could only be Lady Jillian, herself. It had been
many years since Alice had seen her cousin, but the resemblance
mother, the Queen, was unmistakable. Jillian was
members of the Royal lineage (especially Alice, of
Ladyship was dressed in a bottle-green gown with embroidered
umber. It had long, drooping sleeves, a narrow bodice, and
plunging, square-cut décolletage—a style not seen in court for
many seasons—but adequate—and she was beautiful.
To her left was a female knight—no, retainer—no... Alice
sure who she was, but she was somehow... familiar Her
plain, martial, and
rather masculine—thigh-length riding boots, hose, jerkin, and
gloves, all in shades of brown or rust. A sword belt with
sheathed longsword rode her left hip. Her head was bare,
her long, copper-red hair trailing down her back in a loose
braid. She had high-cheeked, even, freckled features, and
beautiful (in the Royal manner), but as they approached, Alice
that her blue-green eyes were cold,
and an evil smile curled her coral lips.
I know who she is!
Alice realized. She
must be Sydney,
sister! They'd never met, but Sydney had a
To Lady Jillian's right was a female warrior with blond braids,
unmistakably a Foxwood retainer. Her costume was similar
Sydney's, but instead of a sword, a battle-ax was tucked in her
belt. By her tan features and blue eyes Alice marked her
Saxon, or maybe a Dane. The Foxwood
from the boar spear in her right hand, and a patch with an
fox was stitched to the front of her jerkin.
"Ah, the Princess has arrived," Lady Jillian purred.
Alice's eyes popped wide as she was dragged forward and forced
knees. Lady Jillian was not
Jillian lifted Alice's chin and smiled. "Such a pretty
little thing. She reminds me of her mother, when we were
Alice forced a questioning whine past her gag, but was ignored.
Lady Jillian's gaze shifted to the long-haired elf. "Any
trouble?" she inquired.
"None," the Drow answered. "The charm your witch gave me
perfectly. The glamour has probably begun to fade by this
time. I imagine the Queen's court is in quite a stir,
milling about and asking each other where Princes Alice has
wondering why, exactly, no
one can remember seeing her for the past several days."
Alice mewled through her gag, again, her wide-eyed gaze darting
her kidnapper to her cousin, and back. Lady Jillian is behind this?
"The witch gave me a second charm," Lady Jillian said, still
her young cousin. "Once I activate its magic, any visitor
Foxwood who has ever
seen Princess Alice will fail to recognize her—present company
excluded, of course. The Queen herself could visit and
all she would see would be a rather pretty little snip of a
Her Majesty or any of her sycophants would ever deign to cross my threshold, of
She produced a leather pouch and tossed it to the Drow.
agreed upon price, plus a small bonus. Consider it a
against any future tasking I may have for your clan."
A mocking smile on her lips, the Drow gazed into Alice's
teary eyes, then shifted her unsettling gaze to her
"The Wolf-Spider Clan does not accept retainers,
but clients who have offered tokens of respect will always
polite consideration." Both Drow abruptly turned and
strode into the forest, passed among the trees... and seemed to
"How very discourteous," Sydney chuckled.
Lady Jillian's eyes were on the helpless, bedraggled prisoner
kneeling at her feet.
"The Drow have a different concept of courtesy," she said.
"They can be annoying, but better spies and assassins do not
although some of the Desert Nomad tribes come very close."
"And what would you like me to do with our Royal cousin?" Sydney
"You mean my newly purchased drudge-thrall?" Lady Jillian
chuckled, then turned on her heel and headed for the door.
"The oubliette, and burn that filthy rag she's wearing.
start her training tomorrow, assuming the witch's charm doesn't
and we forget where we've put her, or that she exists."
Sydney and the Saxon laughed.
The Saxon grabbed a handful of Royal hair and dragged the
to her feet. "Come, Princess," she chuckled. "The
Sydney grabbed the pillory-yoke's front chain and led
the way. "I've never whipped a princess, but I imagine
marks like any other maiden's."
"You wouldn't whip your own cousin, would you?" the Saxon asked
"Watch your mouth," Sydney retorted, "or I'll whip you."
Helpless, flustered, and mewling through her gag, Princess Alice
stutter-stepped after her cousin.
"Move it!" the Saxon laughed, prodding the Royal backside with
of her spear.
"And—cut!" Constance shouted, and lowered her video
was excellent. We'll pick it up with the stripping scene
tomorrow's guest visit is over."
"Excellent," Jillian said, from the half-open door. "Good
everyone. I'll be in my room catching up on
closed the door and was gone.
Alice stomped her shackled feet and growled through her gag.
"Hold on," Hannah chuckled, and untied the cleave-gag's knot.
As soon as the cloth band came free, Alice spit the rag stuffing
mouth and glared at Connie. "Seven
takes?" she demanded. She stomped her feet,
the chains of her bonds swayed and rattled.
Constance shrugged. "I have to have enough for the final
in case I have to extend some part to match the voice-overs,
we get to them."
"Look, Cecilia B. Demented,"
Alice growled, "it's a teaser trailer for your 'Rescue the
Princess' scenario, to get Jillie's orange-banner customers to
pay to come
me, not your entry in
year's Sundance Festival." She did a half-turn (nearly
tripping on her hobble-chain in the process), and directed
her fierce stare at the "Drow", who were emerging from the
forest. "And why the hell did you two have to drag me
down to the valley between each take? These slippers
any soles, and my feet are killing
Cricket stepped forward and planted a kiss on the Regal
"Poor baby," she cooed, flashing her trademark dimpled
"Let me make it all better." Her hand slid down the top of
Alice's half-open gown and cupped the prisoner's left breast.
Alice squealed in angry frustration and tried to take a step
immediately bumped against Cody, the other Drow.
"I think somebody needs a time out," Cody purred.
"Time out my ass!" Alice huffed. "We're done for the
Get me out of this damn thing and—M'mmpfh!"
Cricket had retrieved the rag from the dirt, given it a quick
and was stuffing it back in Alice's mouth. The
helpless Captive Princess locked eyes as Cody seated the
tight, and retied the knot.
"Her Ladyship did say
should dump her in the oubliette," Sydney noted.
"Don't bother," Cricket said. "We'll do it."
"It's no trouble," Cody agreed.
The Drow took hold of the Princess's chains and led her away,
the Stone Tower.
"These new violet contacts are great," Cricket said, blinking
and smiling at her fellow Drow.
"Yeah," Cody agreed. "The old ones were too dark,
Alice continued to struggle and complain through her gag as she
"Now that's acting,"
Constance said, as she slid the video camera into its padded
compartment in her equipment
"Yeah," Sydney chuckled, "you'd think the Princess really didn't
locked in the oubliette for the rest of the day."
"That's mean," Hannah frowned, as the Drow and their captive
from sight around the side of the building. This was
Foxwood "treachery", of course, and she knew Alice wasn't really
mad—a little peeved, maybe, but not actually mad.
Sydney smiled. "Oh, I'm sure that after the pipsqueak
for a reasonable period of time—say, an hour—the other pipsqueak
will pop down and
they'll kiss and make up."
"Oh, they'll do a lot more than kiss," Constance muttered,
"Probably," Sydney agreed. "It'll help Her Royal
into character for tomorrow." She smiled at Hannah.
"Speaking of which, you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," Hannah sighed.
"Your first active role in a scenario!" Constance beamed.
using a handkerchief to clean her glasses.
"I can hardly wait," Hannah mumbled, and heaved another sigh.
"Want to practice some more?" Sydney inquired.
Hannah glared at her girlfriend. "No, I do not want to practice
some more," she huffed, and slapped the ax in her belt.
want is to dump this hardware
the armory and find a cold beer."
"Sounds like a plan," Sydney chuckled. "We can practice
"Dream on," Hannah muttered, and walked towards the side door.
Sydney grinned, Constance giggled, and they followed the Saxon.
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
the edge of Redwood National Park
"Are you sure
we are not lost?" Pilar de la Calva asked her friend. She
teasing, of course. The SUV had GPS navigation, and she'd
using a topographical map to verify their course since they'd
Carleton favored her companion with a scathing glance.
"We're exactly where we're supposed to be," she huffed.
getting dressed." She wasn't really angry. The gruff
was typical of her character, Ashley the Amazon, the most
Dangerous Sell-Sword in the Borderlands (when Red Sonja wasn't
around). She was already in her trademark costume: a
low-cut, linen PPS (Poofy Pirate Shirt), suede jerkin, leather
corset-belt, purse, sword belt and broadsword, and knee-length
boots. Her knees and thighs were bare, but the lower hem
long enough to act like a ragged mini-skirt and hide her
(most of the time).
"I am dressed," Pilar
did a skirt-lifting pirouette.
wearing a sleeveless, mid-length, chiton-like dress of
boiled silk. It was dyed either dark charcoal or
difficult to tell in the forest light.
The bodice was bound close to her torso with a long ribbon of
silk, in the Greco-Roman style. Her feet were clad in
sandals with very long thong ties that criss-crossed her ankles,
and calves, and were tied below her knees. The dress was
more lingerie than outerwear, but this was entirely appropriate
for Pilar's character: a traveling Courtesan Dancer who earned
living entertaining at taverns, markets, and caravansaries.
"That rag is new, isn't it?" Ashley inquired. "You were
"This old thing?" Pilar laughed, then flashed a flirtatious
smile. With her left leg straight,
she bent forward at the waist, extended her right leg back, and
her arms for balance—a perfect First Arabesque. A slit up
the skirt exposed her leg all the way to the upper thigh.
does not matter what happens to this 'rag'," she purred.
is already ripped, as you
can see." Her body gracefully flowed into Third Position,
then she relaxed.
"Whatever, Giselle," Ashley chuckled. She reached into the
SUV, pulled out three bundled coils of hemp rope, and tossed
to Pilar. She then slammed the back hatch and lifted her
blanket roll, settling the straps on her shoulders.
"Let's get started,"
she said, and triggered the key-remote in her hand. The
and its horn beeped, once. She dropped the keyring into
and led the way into the forest.
They were parked in a clearing off a very un-improved road, miles
nearest Forest Service
road or any of the hiking trails marked on the map. They
passed anyone, vehicle or pedestrian, since leaving
really were miles from anything, including their ultimate
They followed a path that was little more than a game trail, and
about ten yards, they came to a small stream. It was
trickle, this time of year, and they crossed it easily, stepping
from rock to rock. They treaded their way through a jumble
fallen timber on the far bank, then stepped through a hedge-like
"There, satisfied?" Ashley said, pointing to a small metal sign
to a post. It bore the
Foxwood logo, and read:
The trail continued past the sign, or rather, the trail joined a
clearly defined trail that was more or less perpendicular to
previous course. "If memory serves," Ashley continued,
the left, "it's seven miles to Foxwood in that
nodded to the right, "...and twelve, that way."
"Good thing these sandals are broken in," Pilar said, and turned
"And where do you think you're going?" Ashley inquired.
Pilar stopped and gazed at her friend with a coy smirk. "I
suppose it would be too much to ask to be allowed to simply walk to Foxwood and to not
your prisoner until we are almost there."
"Oh, you'll be walking, alright," Ashley chuckled, "but
charging us for the entire day." She eased her satchel,
and water-skin to the
ground. "We might as well get our
Pilar sighed (but her eyes were smiling). She loosened the
holding the coils of rope together and let two drop into the
the trail. She tossed the third coil to Ashley, then held
hands with her wrists crossed.
"Turn around," Ashley ordered.
"Behind the back?" Pilar gasped, her lips curled in a teasing
pout. "That is so very cruel."
"Do it, whore-dancer," Ashley ordered.
Smiling, Pilar executed a graceful half-turn and crossed her
wrists behind her back. "Courtesan Dancer is a sacred
blessed by the gods."
"Blessed by the priests,
mean," Ashley chuckled, as she bound Pilar's wrists.
out temple dancers is quite lucrative."
"I am not a temple
Pilar purred. She stood still as
Ashley dropped loops of rope over her head and shoulders.
was removed and the bands tightened, above and below her
arms to her sides. "Is all of this necessary?" she
additional bands yoked her shoulders and were used to cinch the
ropes between her arms and torso, but her captor ignored the
question. "You are getting very good with
the ropes," she noted.
Ashley was still behind her prisoner. She put an arm
Pilar's waist, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear.
"You still have not done the final cinch," Pilar whispered back,
the neck. That is the one that makes the ropes
truly tight and secure."
"I'll do that after I adjust your costume," Ashley said.
Pilar frowned. "What do you mean after you adjust—"
eyes popped wide. Ashley's right hand had appeared before
face, and it was holding a small knife with a leaf-shaped
"Oh," she sighed.
"Hold still," Ashley whispered. "I'd hate to damage the
merchandise." She proceeded to slowly, carefully slice the
shoulder straps of Pilar's dress. Her left arm remained
Pilar's waist and she continued hugging the captive close as she
the silk fabric from under the tight bands of soft, conditioned
hemp. More and more of Pilar's tan, smooth skin was
revealed. The ribbon binding the bodice was untied, and
garment fell away, becoming a crumpled mass around Pilar's
feet. "It won't take much to repair those straps," she
in Pilar's ear, "and besides, you said it didn't matter."
"So I did," Pilar purred, and squirmed against her captor's
Other than Ashley's ropes and her sandals, her only clothing was
narrow loincloth of soft, coarsely-woven linen dyed nearly the
shade as her smooth, tan skin. "You are very cruel to
Ashley threaded the long free ends of the rope binding the
dancer's wrists through the junction of the ropes binding her
her torso, up to the rope yoking her shoulders, passed it
underneath at the nape of her neck, and tugged.
Pilar gasped and bit her lower lip as her bondage tightened.
"There," Ashley purred. "Now things should be nice and
tight." She tied a knot, wrapped the remaining rope around
in a neat coil, and tied a final knot. She gave the rope a
then leaned close to Pilar's right ear. "Do you feel like
prisoner?" she inquired, in a husky whisper.
Staring straight ahead, Pilar's smile faded. She slowly
"Good," Ashley whispered, then took a step back, "because you
A shiver of dread (delight) rippled down Pilar's spine and
sex. A prisoner,
mused... then her smile returned.
see you trying to
untie yourself," Ashley continued, "I'll bind your thumbs and
after I give you a whipping, of course."
Pilar flexed her wrists and fluttered her fingers. "I can
nothing," she responded, "but thank you for the warning. I
be careful that you do not see me."
Ashley took another step back. Pilar's bonds were now a
box-tie. Her crossed wrists were slightly raised, but her
forearms were nearly parallel to the ground. A stringent
friend had experience with such things, and she was certainly flexible and in
toned, well-tanned body was an incredibly erotic sight.
narrow fold of the loincloth cleaving her firm,
dimpled buttocks left very little to the imagination.
Pilar did a
shuffling half-turn, and her flat tummy, pert breasts, and the
smirk curling her lips came into view. The loincloth was
in the front, as well, barely adequate to preserve her modesty.
"I think you really have been
said, "on someone other than myself." She gave
her upper body a twisting shake, executed a full turn as she
struggling to escape her bonds, then locked eyes with her
continuing her teasing smile. "You have captured me,
she purred. "What do you intend to do with me?"
"Don't get into character yet," Ashley chuckled. "Your
still needs work." She reached into her belt purse and
small bottle of tanned leather. She pulled its stopper,
opened with an audible pop, and poured a dollop of clear oil
into her right palm. "Hold still," she ordered, stepped
and began smearing the oil on Pilar's face.
"Is that jasmine?" Pilar inquired. "What is this?
"Something like that," Ashley answered, continuing to spread the
taking her time and covering her prisoner's entire body from
toe, taking special care to rub the glistening fluid on her
stomach, thighs, and buttocks. Finally, after kneeling to
Pilar's lower legs and feet, where her skin wasn't covered by
sandals, Ashley stood, restored the stopper in the now largely
bottle, and returned it to her purse. "Excellent," she
smile. "Now, down on the ground."
Pilar's flirtatious smile wavered... and then returned.
Ashley picked up the prisoner's dress and tossed it to the
"Down," she ordered.
Pilar sighed, then dropped to her knees.
"All the way down," Ashley purred.
Pilar sighed, again, then settled onto her side and looked up at
captor, a petulant pout on her beautiful face.
"Roll around a little, silly," Ashley chuckled.
Pilar sighed a third time, then squirmed and rolled on the
her oily skin was more-or-less coated in dirt and leaf
litter. Finally, after several seconds, she rolled back
onto her side and frowned up at Ashley. "Satisfied,
sword-maiden?" she huffed.
Ashley smiled. "Up!" she barked.
Pilar climbed to her feet. Her body was a glistening,
Ashley reached back into her purse and produced a folded length
coarsely woven natural linen. She then used the soft cloth
give her captive a brisk and very
This removed the larger
fragments of dirt and detritus, but Pilar's tan skin remained
with grime. Ashley took particular care with the captive's
face, and with her breasts. "There," she said, finally,
draped the long, scarf-like
cloth around her neck. She then combed her fingers through
hair, removing most of the twigs and leaves from the tousled
"Trail worn and filthy," she chuckled, "as if I've been dragging
the forest for days."
Pilar's coy smile returned. "Attention to detail with a
is very important. What about you, barbarian?"
Ashley smiled as she reached into her purse and pulled out a
square of the same fabric. "I'm used to campaigning," she
said. "I know how to keep myself clean in the field,
"Oh, I can care for myself in the wild, warrior," Pilar
I am not tied like an animal."
Still smiling, Ashley crumpled the new cloth and stuffed it into
Pilar's mouth, then folded the first cloth into a narrow bandage
used it to give her captive a tight cleave-gag. She
until the prisoner's cheeks bulged, then tied a square-knot at
nape of her neck, under her tousled hair. "Down, again,"
Pilar dropped to her knees, then onto her side.
There was one long coil of hemp remaining, and Ashley used it to
bind Pilar's ankles together, and then to lash them to her
her into a stringent hogtie. The remaining length of the
hitched around her thighs and shins and then around her
waist. The final knot was tied up near her shoulders, as
unreachable as all the rest.
"And now I can be sure you'll be here when I return," Ashley
Pilar rolled back into her side, which was about the extent of
ability to do more than squirm. She gazed up at her captor
puzzled (gagged) frown. "Mrmfh?"
"A surprise change to our itinerary," Ashley chuckled. "I
we agreed that the SUV would be just fine out here, until
someone out to fetch it," she explained, "but I really do think
shouldn't leave it, not with your camera bag in the back."
retrieved Pilar's dress and began folding and rolling it into a
bundle. "So, here's the new plan." She tied the silk
with the ribbon that had cinched the bodice,
then tucked it under her arm. "I'll drive the SUV around
park it in the carriage house where it'll be safe and snug, then
we resume our 'adventure'."
Pilar's eyes popped wide and she struggled and mewled through
gag. It would take hours just
Ashley to get back to the main roads, much less drive to
Foxwood, much less
hike all the way
back here! She wouldn't make it until well after dark, if not
some time tomorrow!
"Oh, I don't mind," Ashley chuckled, as she reslung her satchel,
bedroll, and water-skin. "I know how much you love
your cameras." She walked to the rhododendrons screening
the trail from the stream. "Don't go anywhere," she called
the struggling, helpless captive. "I'd hate for you to
away and get lost. And don't worry about the bears.
tells me they're rather shy. If one shows up... just tell
'shoo'." She stepped through the bushes, and was gone.
I do not believe this!
thought. She can not do
this to me! She struggled for all she was worth,
ropes didn't even shift, and the gag remained firmly in
place. She is making
the joke. She will
wait a few minutes and then return. Very funny.
Pilar sighed and let her face rest in the dirt. A couple
passed... and then she heard the SUV's horn beep, twice.
Ashley using her remote, of course. A few seconds after
SUV's engine purred to life. It revved and then settled
a steady hum.
She is driving away!
realized, and tugged on her bonds, again. She really is going to leave me
The engine noise began to fade... and fade... and then was
alone in the wilderness, bound, gagged, and very nearly
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
five or six.
This is not funny,
thought. This is taking
joke too far.
She was angry, but she was also a little scared. Playing
the Damsel-in-Distress was fun... a lot of fun, especially when her friends
at Foxwood were involved. They made it all kinds of fun.
could be—no, was—fun as well. They had met and become
college, and Pilar had been Ashley's maid of honor when she
Mitchel Carleton. Pilar and Ashley were not a couple, not
but they enjoyed an unusual, kinky sort of symbiotic
relationship. Ashley used Pilar to practice her rope work,
Pilar used Ashley to practice being a helpless captive. It
better than self-bondage, and Pilar knew Ashley
derived a great deal of enjoyment from binding and "torturing"
her best friend, and writhing in Ashley's tight, inescapable
ropes was heaven.
The "worst" that had ever happened was the time Pilar was bound
basement of Ashley's huge house—lashed so tight she could barely
gagged with a two inch ball-gag—and her "friend" had tickled her bare
feet. That had been horrible.
there was the time Ashley had tied her up on her bed, naked,
bound much as she was now, only
stretched full-length and not
hogtie, and had left her for the entire night. She'd
not been gagged, but a blindfold was tied over her eyes... and
had slept with her... also naked... and they'd done more than
rather, Ashley had. All Pilar could do was squirm and
kisses when her captor's lips met her own... which had not been
often, as they were usually involved... elsewhere.
Ashley loved Mitchel, and Pilar knew she loved her, as well—but
their love was... different.
And then they'd discovered Foxwood, and Mitchel's wealth and the
revenue from Pilar's photography studio had let them play.
visited Jillian's domain, usually under the orange banner that
Damsel-in-Distress role-playing, but never at the same
time, until now. This
would be their first joint visit, and their first
shared Foxwood scenario—or it would when Ashley hiked back and
her—so she could be dragged back to Foxwood as her prisoner,
Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes... and a figure
Pilar lifted her head and her eyes popped wide, again. Cricket!
Cricket was in one of her Elf costumes. Very realistic,
appliances were seamlessly glued to the outer margins of her
short, dark hair was teased into
a puckish, spiky coif. Her skimpy outfit was of brown
midriff-baring, vest-like top that laced in the front, a short
comprised of overlapping leather panels, bracers that laced over
her forearms, and moccasin-style knee-boots with fringed
She was carrying a light pole-ax, possibly of Dwarfish
was treating it
as much like a walking stick as a weapon.
"Well, well," the fey little scamp giggled, a dimpled smile on
devilishly cute face, "what have we here?"
Pilar rolled onto her side and watched as Cricket made a slow
of her helpless, prostrate form, taking her time. Ashley didn't abandon me, she realized,
with relief. I'm going
her silly, first chance I get. She tugged on her
wrists. Or maybe
I'll just kick her.
The little Elf
reached out and gently prodded Pilar in the side with the butt
pole-ax. The captive squirmed away as best she could,
only a couple of inches, and forced a well-muffled, "outraged"
"The Forest Spirits are kind," Cricket purred. "Out
mushrooms, or perhaps some ripe berries... and here I find a
ripe human female, all trussed, silenced, and alone in the
knelt and placed her pole-ax on the ground. It was ready
her side, but the blade was carefully turned away from the
began untying the rope enforcing the hogtie.
Pilar sighed in relief as the hemp loops slithered away from her
waist, thighs, and shins, then straightened her legs. She
looked down her body as Cricket untied her ankles. A thrill rippled down her
through her sex). She
very cute, Pilar mused, so
very, very cute. It
was wonderful to be "rescued" by a mischevious little
Wood-Elf. Pilar loved Cricket. She loved all the Foxwood
residents. Jillian and Kayley were usually above the fray,
least when Pilar was role-playing under the orange banner; but
Sydney could be deliciously cold and cruel, the perfect
Villainess. Little Alice, on the other hand, was the very
of the Spoiled Princess, toying with a helpless captive like a
playing with a mouse. Constance was fun, as well,
she played the part of the Scholarly Inquisitor tasked
with the interrogation of a captured enemy. And
Cricket? Cricket was her favorite. Bubbly,
little Cricket was a ton of
She could be so deliciously naughty.
Cricket coiled the rope and pulled Pilar to her knees.
you were left by a hunter as bait," she purred, "to lure wolves
bears to the
area, or maybe you're an offering for the Fairies." She
looped the end of the rope around Pilar's throat, tied a
knot, then stood and gave what was now a hemp tether a
firm tug. "Well, you're mine now. Up on your big
human," she ordered.
Pilar stood, and watched as Cricket looped the far end of
her neck rope around the top of the post with the NO TRESPASSING
It was like she was a bridled horse tied to a hitching
(Pilar shivered with delight) ...terribly humiliating.
Suddenly, in one fluid, graceful motion, Cricket picked up her
gave it a whistling flip, and dropped into fighting stance,
rhododendrons. "Do you think you can sneak up on a
demanded. "Come out!"
The green, glossy leaves shook, and another figure stepped onto
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