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Earl of Gort,
Acquires a Thrall-Maiden
Ashley was beyond flabbergasted,
had totally fallen out of
character. Of course, under
circumstances—naked, gagged, in chains, and strung up and on
the Common Room stage—whether she chose to be in or out of
was quite irrelevant. Her ability to influence the
severely restrained—quite literally.
The figure seated next to Jillian Foxwood—no, comfortably lounging next to Jillian,
self-satisfied, smug, and infuriating
smile on his oh-so-handsome face was...
Mitch was wearing his "Earl of Gort" costume from last
December's Foxwood Yule Festival, the popular, family-oriented,
very green-banner week
of feasts and concerts that paid a healthy chunk of the
annual operating costs. At least, Ashley assumed he was
the costume. All she could actually see was the
thrown over the back of his chair, the doublet of rich brocade,
heavy, gold medallion and chain-of-office around his neck.
thigh-length riding boots, tights, sword belt, and longsword
completed the outfit were out of sight under the table—but what
hell else would he be wearing?
With his tall, lanky, athletic frame, handsome features,
and rakish goatee, she had to admit "The Earl" was a striking
figure—but this was not
had expected or agreed
Mitch knew all about her orange-banner escapades at
Foxwood, and always enjoyed the telling of her after-action
reports. In fact, he would hang on her every word
appreciation. However, he had resisted her suggestions
come along on
one of what, until now, had been her girls-only getaway
Ashley turned her head
and focused on Pilar. Her fellow captive was grinning,
anyway. Ashley emitted a gagged growl that was clearly
interrogatory demand—which only served to increase Pilar's
mirth. Oh—you're gonna pay for this,
Pillie! Ashley promised, then turned her attention
Jillian and Mitch.
Lady Foxwood favored her noble, male guest with a coy
Lord," she purred, "if you've finished dining, perhaps you'd
Lord Carleton picked up a half-eaten chicken leg from his
a bored look, and let it drop. "Yes, I suppose," her
swig of wine from his goblet and climbing to his feet.
Ashley tugged on her manacles and watched "The Earl of Gort"
Foxwood approach the stage. Mitch was wearing his full
although, from the pattern of tooling on his sword belt and
the details of the hilt, he
seemed to have bought himself a new sword. A matching
dagger was sheathed on his right hip. I'm gonna kill him!
fumed. If he thinks
drag me back to a guest room and... What? Where
going? Mitch and Jillian were heading for the
far end of the
naked beach bunny with braids! Hey!
I'm over here! Don't you dare!
The noble duo climbed the steps and stood before the captive
The Suffering Maiden lifted her chin and stared at
Lady Jillian and the Earl with tired, frightened eyes.
"Saxon or Dane?" Lord Carleton inquired.
"Saxon," Lady Jillian answered, "in fact, an edhilingui
"Let me guess," Lord Carleton chuckled. "Court
reached out, grabbed the blonde's chin, and turned her head
to side, examining her gagged
face. "Perhaps a noble hostage whose status was been
moot by a
turn of fortune?"
"If Your Lordship is truly curious," Lady Jillian said, "I can
provide further details."
"Not necessary," Lord Carleton answered, "not for my purposes, at
cupped the Saxon's left breast and gave it a squeeze.
fine wench, fit and strong, and pleasant enough to look
upon." His hand slid lower, and the Saxon Maiden yelped through her gag
fingers caressed her sex. She locked eyes with her
buyer, and glared in
"Not completely broken,
see," His Lordship continued, "and somewhat quick."
"Have you ever met a Saxon maiden who was not quick to flow?" Lady
"No," Lord Carleton laughed, "I have not. Even the ones
anxious to please start juicing like a ripe peach after only a
The Saxon growled through
gag, then blushed and clenched her eyes tightly closed.
growled again, but this time it was more of a moan. She
her bonds and shivered as Lord Carleton's strong
fingers continued to stroke her sex.
"Yes... she has spirit," Lord Carleton purred, then dropped
and stepped in front of Pilar. "And what of this one?"
Lady Foxwood was still at his side. "A Desert Nomad
commoner. Supposedly, she's a dancer."
Lord Carleton grabbed the captive's chin and turned her head,
as he had
with the Saxon. "Supposedly?"
"I've never seen her dance," Lady Jillian explained.
certainly has the body."
His Lordship's hands cupped Pilar's breasts. "Yes," he
agreed. "Not exactly generous breasts, but large enough,
flop around like a pair of full purses as she prances and
An adequate handful."
Pilar stared back with amusement, almost as if she was the one deciding
whether or not to purchase him.
"Cheeky," Lord Carleton chuckled, gazing into Pilar's big
brown eyes—and suddenly the dancer's eyes popped wide when he leaned
around her stretched body, and gripped her buttocks in both hands.
"And a flirt," Lady Foxwood chuckled. "Be careful.
try and wiggle her way on top."
"A taste of the whip will cure her of that," Lord Carleton
smiling at the now slightly flustered prisoner. "Hmm...
never had a Desert Nomad." Continuing to lock eyes with
slid his right hand between the Captive Dancer's legs and
palm against her labia. "Hmm... everything seems to be
"In my experience," Lady Jillian intoned, "everything is
always in the
right place, unless sorcery is involved. Even Xin and
maidens have everything 'in the right place'. And
believe it or
not, Hyborean females are also human, and can make good
once you clean
them up and
comb the vermin from their hair."
"Oh, I believe you," Lord Carleton chuckled. "Your
such matters is unsurpassed."
"My Lord," Lady Foxwood purred, curtsying to acknowledge the
Lord Carleton stepped in front of the third captive, and his
broadened. "Oh my, this one is the very image of my beloved
Eyes, hair, skin, form... the very image."
Ashley stared daggers
smug, gloating spouse, and tugged on her chains in
Lady Foxwood laughed. "I'll wager Lady Carleton has
Your Lordship with such burning rage."
"Well... not often," Lord Carleton replied, with a sly
"A mercenary," Lady Foxwood explained, "a veteran of the
turned slaver, captured this very day."
"A slaver enslaved," Lord Carleton chuckled. "How
"I must warn you," Lady Foxwood continued, "she's untrained as
slave. In fact, she's completely unbroken.
However, she is a
"A dangerous toy," Lord Carleton purred, as he reached out and
The "skilled warrior" forced an angry growl past her gag and
twist away, then
screamed in frustration when her darling
husband tightened his grip to prevent her "escape".
"I advise you keep her well-restrained and away from all
advised, "should she be your choice. I would hate for a
customer, such as yourself, to meet an ignoble
end in my Keep."
"Yes," Lord Carleton laughed. "I imagine it would be
for business." He
continued to clutch the breasts of his potential purchase,
who continued to squirm and mewl complaints.
"You wound me, My Lord," Lady Foxwood cooed, batting her
"Your welfare is my only concern."
Lord Carleton laughed, again, then released Ashley's breasts
stepped from the stage. He returned to his table,
cape, and donned it with
an elegant flourish. "I'll take the mercenary," he
over his shoulder as he headed for the Common Room's main
"But first... I
think I'll relax in
your wonderful Bath. There's no need to rush the
Ashley screamed through
gag at "Lord Carleton's" back and rattled her chains. Get back
here, you A-hole! ...but the "A-hole" in
already gone. It was infuriating...
Ashley had to admit he was playing his part extremely well).
Lady Foxwood leaned close and whispered in Ashley's ear.
"I just knew you'd
Pilar had overheard. She threw her head back and
laughed through her gag—either that or she was having some
sort of fit.
Jillian favored the Captured Dancer with a
wry stare. "You're about to be sold into
slavery, remember? Knock it off."
Pilar composed herself, though her eyes were still smiling.
Jillian turned back to Ashley, and met her glare
with a gentle smile. "I don't know what you're upset
Ashley. Didn't you tell me, yourself, that you've been
sample the orange-banner side of Foxwood?"
Ashley huffed through her gag
and turned her head away.
"Well, didn't you?" Jillian chuckled.
Ashley turned back and glared...
Jillian's smile was infuriatingly smug. "We got'cha
we?" she purred.
This time Cricket and Pilar
and Ashley sighed, again.
"Not to worry," Jillian smiled. "In the morning, if you
I'll give you a full refund. Of
course, if you do ask for a refund,
I'll have to charge Mitch double..." Cricket giggled,
again, and Her Ladyship favored the diminutive fey with a
Jillian then turned her attention to Hannah. The Saxon
been watching the proceedings, and from the twinkle in her
was also amused. Thus far, she had managed to remain in
character, but, like the two paying customers in identical
she was quite literally stuck in her role... unless she chose
something like hum a
Beatles tune through her gag.
Her Ladyship stepped between Hannah and Pilar, then leaned
Hannah's left braid aside, and kissed her ear. "You're
doing very well,
Hannah," she whispered,
so softly that only her Resident Master Artisan could
reached between Hannah's legs and gave the prisoner's sex a
Hannah gasped, clenched her eyes closed, and whined through
"Yes, you're doing very well,"
continued. "You didn't expect Lord Carleton to 'handle
the merchandise' like that, did you?" Hannah carefully
the question. "The poor man is only human," Jillian
in a quiet whisper. "How could he resist petting such a
pretty blond pussy?"
Hannah opened her eyes and favored her employer with a
tightly gagged variety. Brave Defiance might have been
character, but it had been a long day, and it wasn't over yet.
Jillian kissed the front panel of Hannah's gag.
"Hang in there, Saxon," she whispered. "If you don't
buyer in the next round, I'm sure someone will get around to putting you back
in your cell...
Hannah sighed through her gag. 'Hang
in there', she thought. This
place is full of
Jillian was kidding about the "eventually" part, of
course. Once Pilar's fate was sealed, Hannah's role as
Number Three" in Connie's
little melodrama would finally be over and she'd be
Her Ladyship gave Hannah's crotch a final, affectionate pat,
strolled back towards Ashley. However, as she passed
noticed the Nomad Dancer's
eyes were on Hannah, and she paused to lean close to whisper
and the cat, Pilar," she purred, then gave Pilar's crotch a
teasing pat as well. "That applies to all kinds of
hand drop, then continued down the line until she was in front
the Enslaved Mercenary.
Hannah and Pilar continued to gaze at one another.
She's so beautiful all naked
helpless like that,
Hannah thought. I
wish I could
be the one to buy her. From the Courtesan
it was clear the
feeling was mutual.
Jillian cleared her throat, and Hannah and Pilar's gazes
shifted to Her
Ladyship. The Mistress of the Keep was now the center of
attention, as was only right. She gazed at Ashley's
helpless form, and
smiled. "All right then," she said, and clapped her
twice. "Let's get on with it."
Ashley favored her Noble Captor with a decidedly unamused
Righteous Anger seemed to have downgraded itself to
Annoyance, but Ashley-the-Amazon was back. She tugged on her chains
and heaved a brave sigh.
Lady Foxwood motioned to Cody
Cricket and her Expert Slave-Handlers stepped forward.
"You know what to do with her," she told the elves.
don't take any chances."
"Don't you worry, M'Lady," Cody purred. She grabbed
her head back. "We'll strap her down so tight she won't
"Oh, we'll leave her a little
giggled, "so Lord Carleton will get a good ride."
The elves laughed and Ashley sniffed in disgust (and managed
the thrill of
rippling through her sex).
Meanwhile, Her Ladyship stepped in front of Pilar and shook a
her face. "And you behave yourself, young lady!
lot of trouble to abduct and enslave you, now stay in character!"
Pilar hung her head in abashed contrition
(although her eyes were still laughing).
Cricket turned the crank and began lowering Ashley's manacled
forward with a coil of rope and a burlap hood.
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
Restrained in the
same manner as when she was dragged into the Common Room, Ashley was
dragged from the
Common Room and into the interior of the Keep. She had no
where the elves were taking her, but so far they hadn't
so they were still on the same level. There was a pause
door was unlocked... then
shackle-hobbled feet stumbled onto a soft carpet.
forced her to
her knees, then onto her stomach, and they began changing her
bonds. Ashley struggled for everything she was worth, but,
usual, her vigorous
resistance was handily
overcome by her Expert Handlers.
Something was used to link the center ring of Ashley's manacle
the hobbling chain of her ankle shackles. This further
restricted her ability to use her arms and hands, as well as
ability to kick. Cricket sat on her
back and gave
her naked rump a stinging slap, ordering her to settle
down. It was infuriating (and arousing) to be treated in
The gag remained in her mouth and the burlap hood over
her head. She could see a
little light through the rough-spun cloth, but the weave was
enough to prevent her from forming a meaningful image of her
Ashley's manacles were removed and replaced with
finger-trapping leather mittens, one at a time. Cricket
weight and, with Cody's assistance, rolled Ashley from side to
required, using more hand-spanks, as well as a few
to gain the passive "cooperation" required for
this part of the operation. The mittens
incorporated broad, metal
cuffs which locked around Ashley's wrists. Next, her
pair of leather sleeves were
laced around her biceps. The sleeves also incorporated
cuffs, and all the cuffs had attached rings.
The tip of Ashley's right mitten-cuff was secured to her left
bicep-cuff, and vice versa, binding her in something like a
reverse-prayer—but this was only a temporary arrangement.
Cricket climbed off her back and Ashley was hauled to her feet
over to—some sort of furniture? It was a table, or a
boot-rack—only it was none of those things. The small of
and her legs were slammed against some sort of padding, then
across her stomach and each of her knees. Her shackles
removed... and immediately replaced with more straps to bind her
ankles. Next, the reverse prayer
her arms were pulled to either side, and the rings in the wrist
bicep-cuffs were secured to... whatever the damn thing actually
vibration began... tack-tack-tack...
Ashley was pulled off her feet and her entire body tilted
back. A second
clanking ensued, and her arms and legs slowly separated as she
relentlessly pulled into a full spread-eagle.
It's a rack of some sort,
Ashley realized. More mechanical adjustments were made...
padded rose and touched the back of her head. Her hood was
pulled free, and she blinked in the sudden light. The
faces of the elves loomed over her. Ashley glared and
Cricket gathered her hair and held it together at the crown of
head. Then, Cody released the strap of her plug-gag—but
than remove the bulbous plug from her mouth, the elf re-secured
gag's buckle and
strap in some manner. If anything, the flap over her
was now even tighter,
head was pressed back into the
padding. Ashley tried to struggle as the strap was
Cricket's grip on her hair made this impossible. Finally,
tightened a narrow strap across her forehead, further pinning
Ashley tugged on her new bonds. She could barely move,
but she could shift her eyes enough to tell she was in one of
"Noble Guest" suites. Off to one side was a very large,
doubt very comfortable, bed. The other furnishings
wardrobe and a desk and chair. A fire crackled in a stone
hearth and several candles provided a warm glow. There
also a pair of Elven sconces, their glass globes flickering with
A very cozy chamber... if you didn't happen to be
naked, spreadeagled, bound to some sort of adjustable framework,
"Her Ladyship's artisans did a clever job with this new
Cody remarked, her gloating eyes traveling over Ashley's
"Yes," Cricket agreed. She threw a wooden lever and turned
small crank, and Ashley's legs were spread a few inches
further apart. The prisoner bucked and strained, but the
didn't even shake, and the mechanical advantage of the device's
mechanism easily defeated her efforts.
Cody stepped between Ashley's splayed legs, until her leather
against the captive's sex. "A little higher," she
smiling down at Ashley's gagged, pinned, and glaring face.
Cricket threw another lever and turned a different crank, and
entire body was elevated. "Back, just a little."
cranking, and Ashley's body tilted a few degrees further back,
nearly horizontal. Cody reached out and placed one hand on
Ashley's flat, taut tummy, and used the other to stroke her
glistening labia. "Yes, this should serve the Earl's
"The operation of the rack is quite simple," Cricket
he'll have no difficulty making any adjustments he deems
Cody nodded. "Yes, no difficulty at all."
Helplessly bound as she was, all Ashley could do was squirm and
well-muffled curses through her gag as the elves left the room,
the door closed behind them. She heard the lock turn...
herself to relax.
She stared up at the rafters. There were
iron rings dangling from staples hammered into the heavy
over the bed, and some directly over the rack. It didn't
much imagination to come up with different ways they might be
further restrain or torment a bound prisoner. Ashley
her heart was
pounding and her breasts heaving as she awaited the appearance
Earl of Gort".
fumed... but she knew she wasn't really angry. Her pulse was
racing for other reasons,
least in part... and her sex was flushed
and wet. Bastard!
The minutes crawled by. Ashley filled the time by
bonds. They passed her every test, with a grade of
More minutes passed. I
His Supreme A-holiness is enjoying his damn bath, she
Ashley's breathing had returned to normal, as had her pulse, but
sex was still wet. A thrill
through her captive
body. I am gonna start
getting really pissed
off if he
leaves me like
this much longer.
Suddenly, a key rattled in the lock—and the thrill returned—in spades!
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
Earl of Gort, strolled through the door,
paused to turn the lock from the inside, then removed his cape
draped it over the desk chair. He unbuckled his sword and
belt, sheath, sword and dagger over the chair, as well,
then sat and removed his boots. He stood and pulled down
tights, removed his chain-of-office and tossed it
on the desk, and began unbuttoning his doublet. He was
white linen shirt underneath, of an appropriately medieval cut
long sleeves and tails. Only when this was his
only garment, and its laces and strings had been tugged loose,
turn and "notice"
the presence of his
newly purchased Bed-Slave.
His Lordship strolled over to the pleasure-rack, his smiling
drinking in Ashley's nude, helpless, and struggling form.
he sighed, "very nice." He stepped between Ashley's
reached out, and placed his right hand on her smooth, firm
stomach, exactly as Cody had done. "Yes, clearly a
strong muscles and a trim
Ashley's nipples were erect and throbbing, and her sex continued
It was getting very hard to maintain the required façade of
outrage and anger. She was an Amazon Warrior about to be
by a Noble, uh, Ravisher (an incredibly
Noble Ravisher). She wasn't supposed to want
this! It wouldn't be right for her character to want to be ravished!
staying in character wasn't the only thing in the room that was hard. Something was nudging the
The Earl's shirt against her labia, and Ashley knew exactly what it was.
"Hmm... Let me see now," Lord Carleton said, an oily smile
his lips. "I've had a fine feast, a relaxing float in
Her Ladyship's Roman Bath. What to do now? Hmm...
Something else that
begins with 'F'... but
what? I had a firm
on it, just a second ago. Hmm..."
You bastard! Ashley
straining against her bonds. Don't
make me laugh! When I get free I'm gonna give you a
you won't ever forget—"Mrmfh!!"
The Earl reached out and clutched the Amazon's breasts, and gave
gentle squeeze. He began kneading the firm, tan
globes, letting them slip and slide under his hands.
He did the same to her flushed, hard nipples. "Fondle...
feel... flick? No, none of those are the word," he
on her bonds and quivered in her helplessness. At the
processing Mitch's brand of wry humor was far too much of an
task for her fevered mind. It
isn't fair! He knows what it does
to me when her does that to the twins! How could
Warrior... especially a
sexually healthy and passionate Amazon Warrior... maintain the
appropriate resistance and smoldering resentment... and...
and... Oh god, Mitch!
His Lordship seemed to have "remembered" the appropriate
had released Ashley's breasts, taken hold of his cock, and was
it against her flushed, moist labia!
Ashley moaned through her gag and her thigh muscles
begged. Put it inside
And His Lordship did just that. He eased the tip between
her wet lips, slid it through, and rubbed it against her
Ashley gasped and her entire body went rigid. Bastard! "Mrmmphf!"
slowly, relentlessly, Lord Carleton thrust
his full length into the Warrior's sex—slowly pulled
most of the way
out—then slowly thrust it back in.
Oh god! Of god!
was in a frenzy. She pulled on her bonds with all her
strength and thrashed her captive body from side to side—but she
helpless as ever—and this only fueled the fire of her desire.
Lord Carleton continued thrusting, with slow,
The Amazon's entire body went rigid, again. Then, she
rocking against her bonds, trying her best to match her Noble
rhythm. Oh god,
His Lordship slowly picked up the pace, until he was pounding into the Captive
wet, tight tunnel with urgent, relentless ferocity.
For the second time in one evening, Ashley was totally out of
character. And it
made no difference whatsoever, and for exactly the same
reasons—and more! She wasn't an Amazon Warrior. She
wasn't even a guest at Jillian Foxwood's B&B. Ashley
a helpless, gagged, bound, and naked female
animal! Oh god, Mitch!
Time seemed to stand still, even as the thrusting strokes
pleasure built, a wave rising to obliterate the world, and still His Lordship
pump his newly acquired Amazon Slave.
Oh god! Oh god!
clenched her eyes tightly closed and screamed through her gag.
And finally, mercifully, gloriously—she
And His Lordship came. And the evening had
only just begun.
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
the Earl strolled over to the desk and
poured chilled wine from a carafe into a silver goblet. He
drink, then refilled the goblet and strolled back to the
Ashley's spread-eagled, helpless body was glistening with
Her full, firm breasts were heaving, and her nostrils flared as
panted for breath. She gazed up at her husband with
Outrage (and love). She'd managed to reassert her identity
Ashley-the-Amazon, after a fashion, but her acting status was
pretty much irrelevant.
"That was incredible," Lord Carleton sighed, and took another
sip. He was also glistening with sweat.
Ashley growled through
double-gag. It wasn't clear if Mitch
was in or out of character, but it really didn't much matter for
"Well, Amazon," His Lordship muttered, "let's try something
Okay, His A-holiness the Earl
Gortiness is back,
Ashley realized and heaved a gagged sigh. And you aren't going to give me
that wine, are you, you bastard! She reasserted
Amazon Warrior persona—her Helpless and Well-Ravished Amazon
persona, which at the moment wasn't exactly an acting
challenge—and glared at
the Ravisher in
Lord Carleton chuckled, drained the goblet and set it down,
in the framework of the pleasure-rack. "Still full of spirit," he
around the rack to Ashley's pinioned head. He gazed down
Amazon's angry (loving) eyes. "Now... Let's see if I can
out these controls." He spun a small wheel, and the rack's
headrest slowly lowered and folded itself back, taking Ashley's
"M'mpfh!" Ashley complained. She now had a more-or-less
down view of
the front tail of His Lordship's shirt, and from the bulge in
draping fabric, the Earl was ready for Round Two. Ashley
the significance of her new position. You wouldn't! You
bastard, you wouldn't dare! She mewled and
her efforts were as ineffective and pointless as ever.
Lord Carleton reached down and unbuckled the strap of Ashley's
then pulled the now thoroughly wet and slimy plug from her
mouth. The spider-gag remained in place, of course.
"Ar'ur nrfh ur arr!" Ashley muttered. The volume of her
threats, curses, and complaints had increased, but her eloquence
left a great deal to be desired.
The Earl lifted his shirt tail and thrust his rigid penis into the
Amazon's gaping mouth. "Oh, yes,"
he sighed, as he settled into a slow, even rhythm of deep
thrusts. "Very good!"
This was hardly the first time Ashley and her husband had
oral sex, but the position and circumstances were quite novel. Ashley
breathe through her nose, but His Lordship had let his shirttail
and it was now draped over
her throat and chin, leaving her pinioned head trapped in what
amounted to a thrashing, semi-dark, humid tent. In
Lordship's balls kept slapping
her nose and cheekbones! Bastard!
"Oh, yes!" Lord
repeated. "Treasure well spent. I think I'm going to
you, Amazon." He continued to thrust and pound.
"Yes, I'm definitely going
to keep you."
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
hallway, Alice was kneeling and peering through the
She was still in the serving chains and padlocked bit-gag
had worn while serving the evening meal. Inside the suite,
spreadeagled Captive Mercenary was giving the Earl of Gort an
involuntary blow job. Alice's hands reached under her
burlap dress and caressed the front panel
of the chastity belt locked around her waist and through her
Damn! the pathetic
Princess sighed. I can
Suddenly, a hand grabbed a fistful of Alice's hair and
hauled her to her feet!
"Nrf!" Alice complained, but the thick, tight wooden bit filling
swallowed most of the sound, and the guest suite's door probably
rest. It was a virtual certainty the Earl and his newly
purchased slave had heard nothing, especially when one considered the manner in
which they were currently
Alice's captor was Lady Foxwood, herself. "So, this is
you've been hiding yourself," she whispered, and dragged the
hall. "There's a sink full of dirty dishes waiting in the
kitchen, and here you are leering at my guests. I have
mind to keep you locked in that belt for the next week."
Alice's saddest, most pitiful, most heartbreakingly pathetic
awesome power was undiminished, nay, augmented by
Jillian chuckled, released Alice's hair, draped her arm over the
little captive's shoulders, and hugged her close. "Sorry,
Princess," she whispered, "but your Cricket's the one with the
key. She still has things to do, but come the dawn, I'm
she'll make it her business to search you out and personally see to your
needs." She leaned down
and kissed the top of Alice's head. "Your little elf is
to be quite adept as a Top, isn't she? Maybe you two ought
make the role reversal permanent."
"Arr!" Alice huffed through her gag. Cricket and I might switch, now
thought, but I'm still
Jillian led her captive cousin down a side corridor.
the back way
to the kitchen," she announced. "Pilar has long since
dragged away to her hideous
but we won't take any chances."
They shuffled down the darkened corridor... well, Alice
anyway. Her chains softly tinkled as she padded
Lady Foxwood's arm was still over her shoulders.
A Captive Princess-Thrall's
never done, the little redhead sighed.
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