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feast was a huge success.
Hannah's new friends were dressed in the same gowns and costumes
had worn during the day—with
enhancements. Scholar Constance had
changed into a new, unfaded robe, and was wearing a turret cap
of her "academic honors". Jillian, Sydney, and Alice had
sheer veils of silk organza, tiara-like silver or gold
various necklaces, brooches, and pendants.
Kayley remained a prosperous peasant, but had removed her apron
coif and had donned a white linen wimple. Cricket's
iron collar was still locked around her neck, but she was no
nude (of course). Her thrall's costume
was of coarse linen, dyed a pleasing shade of
faded mulberry, and it had a full skirt. And finally, upon
arrival at the
feast, Jillian had presented Hannah with a silk veil, a silver
grace her throat, and an embossed headband. She was
new accessories were
authentic Saxon replicas.
Kayley had outdone herself, preparing a half-dozen entrées and
an array of soups, side dishes, and desserts sufficient to feed
times the size of the Foxwood "family". The Cook had
Hannah that none of it would go to waste. Any leftovers
find their way to various stews, sandwiches, casseroles, and
over the course of the next few days.
"As was mentioned at lunch," Hannah said, "we're all going to
meal is this good."
The others nodded and made noises of agreement (pausing in the
of shoveling the
food in question into their mouths as quickly as courtesy
"Not to worry," Jillian reassured her newly hired Resident
Artisan. "In addition to the hiking trails, we have two
jogging paths. One loops up the hill to the summit and
the other drops into the valley and comes out near the Mews."
"We also have the Wench-Winch," Alice added.
Hannah laughed. "The what-what?"
"The Wench-Winch," Alice repeated. "Uh... that's 'Wench'
and 'Winch' as in crank," she explained. "You know how most
medieval machines were human
or animal powered?" Hannah nodded. "I designed
dynamo that feeds electric power to the grid. Why just
calories when you can sell watts?"
"It's very clever,"
said, then reached out and popped a stuffed olive in Alice's
mouth. "It's under the Mill House out by the pond, and
Her dimpled smile turned rather coy. "...motivational
"She means you can use it to torture
people," Constance explained, before Hannah could
"It is good exercise,
you can use it as
treadmill, without the
We'll show you."
"Uh... thanks," Hannah said, "...I think." The others
Conversation turned to Hannah's employment history. Hannah
her introduction to the building trades had begun at an early
when she started helping with the family business.
she left the
security of the nest and ventured out on her own.
the required licenses and now had nearly a
of experience in new construction, home renovation, and building
the downside, she confessed
she had yet to find a "normal" job that wasn't either tainted by
sexual harassment or had soon turned into a crushing bore.
"Well," Jillian intoned. "There will be no sexual
"Sexual torture, now
then," Cricket giggled.
"Or just plain ol' harassment," Alice added.
Constance piped in. "And the most boring part is languishing
dungeons." She paused to take a sip of wine. "Hmm...
don't yet have a pressing apparatus in any of the torture
smiled at Hannah and took another sip. "Good idea!"
"I'll start designing something," Alice said, "...something
"That is what you do
Cricket added, smiling at her lover.
Alice kissed Cricket's dimpled cheek, then beamed at
"Since it's your idea, you'll get to be the first to try it
"That's a Foxwood tradition," Cricket explained.
"First 'Horrible Demise' always
to the originator," Constance added.
Hannah's mildly worried gaze shifted from face to face... and
"Gotcha!" Alice and Cricket said, in unison.
decided it would be prudent to not
mention her most recent employment,
renovation of Lady Lydia's basement.
She'd just as soon keep the part about Lydia testing her
and "isolation cells" with Hannah as her test subject between
(assuming the others didn't already know, of course). With
this talk about torture and dungeons and "Horrible Demise",
good-natured as it might
be, she didn't want her professional due-diligence to be
as enthusiasm for the
of the "bottom".
"Sydney," Jillian said, when most of the food was consumed, "how
All eyes turned to Jillian's little sister, who was seated at
the far end of the table.
"I'll get my guitar," she said, and left the Common Room.
"Syd's been quiet all evening," Kayley noted.
"That's 'cause she's been busy leering
at Hannah," Alice laughed.
"Shuddup!" Cricket and Constance
leaning close and jabbing the "princess" in her ribs.
"What?" Alice protested, innocently. "It's true, isn't
Jillian's and Kayley's
disapproving frowns, and her smile faded.
gulped her wine.
Hannah decided her best course of action was to ignore the
which the others seemed more than willing to let happen.
Hannah had noticed
surreptitious glances, but had taken it for
shyness... a shyness that didn't seem to otherwise fit her
Foxwood sister's personality. I
guess she's just wary of
strangers, Hannah decided. She's an odd one... as gorgeous as they come, but odd.
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out to be a harp
guitar, which she played with consummate skill. Her clear,
soprano voice was a perfect complement to the instrument's warm,
tones. She entertained the party-goers from the stage with
traditional airs, a couple of numbers from the Loreena McKennitt
songbook, and several of her
own original compositions. The acoustics of the Common
couldn't have been more perfect.
At one point
an elaborate Welsh jig—and Cricket jumped to her feet and
began to dance. The diminutive brunette's full skirt
kicked, and pointed her
feet, showcasing her bare legs and providing provocative
her white linen loincloth. The company clapped and
encouragement as the
dancing pixie flashed her flirting, dimpled smile and capered
pranced around the table.
Finally, the song was over and Cricket collapsed into Alice's
claim her rewards: thunderous
a vigorous kiss from
grinning lover, and a full goblet of red wine.
The final song of the evening was Greensleeves,
a tradition of the Hall, Hannah was told.
love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
joined in the choruses.
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
There was a
final round of sincere and enthusiastic applause for Sydney,
feast began to break up.
The others kissed and hugged Hannah, one by one, welcoming her
Foxwood a final time, then Hannah went to
the stage to thank Sydney. The red-haired troubadour was
away her harp guitar. Hannah noted that the case was
as exquisite as the instrument itself. The leather shell
seams and the strap and reinforcing bands were tooled in a
pattern. Instrument and
were "authentically" medieval in style, another example of
"That was beautiful," Hannah said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Sydney answered, her eyes on the case as she
the lid's straps. Finally, she lifted her gaze to
Hannah. "Do you play?" she asked.
Hannah blinked in surprise. "Uh... you mean an
A ghost of a smile curled Sydney's lips (finally). "Yes,
Hannah blushed. She was mildly
peeved at her discomfiture in the beautiful (gorgeous) redhead's
reasserted her self-control. "Drums... in High School."
"Garage band," Hannah
Hannah in an openly appraising manner. "Hmm... We
ensemble that entertains at Foxwood feasts and festivals—public feasts and
Alice plays the upright bass, Constance the recorder and
and Cricket dances and plays the tambourine. We could use
some real percussion.
Hannah shook her head. "The Irish drum?"
Sydney nodded. "Five minutes to learn—a lifetime to
master. I'll give you an audition. I'm sure you'll
but don't expect a drum solo anytime soon."
Hannah suspected Sydney's semi-gruff manner was an attempt to
some sort of dominance. It was mildly annoying, but something she could live
with. They'd work
things out... eventually.
"Jillian's asked me to show you the Stone Tower and lower
Sydney said as she shouldered the guitar case.
"What time?" Hannah asked.
Sydney smiled. "Apparently, you haven't noticed the lack
precision timepieces around here. We keep 'medieval
Some of our guests have a hard time adjusting, at first, but
the hang of it. "Breakfast is after dawn. If you're
you get cold fare. Of course, in Kayley's kitchen that usually means
a fine pastry, a slice of cold meat pie, and some fruit—so don't
"Okay," Hannah nodded.
"You can wear that to breakfast," Sydney continued, nodding at
gown, "without the veil and jewelry. I'll bring you
suitable for the tour,
itself." She smiled, spun on her heel, and walked
"Sweet dreams!" she called back, over her shoulder.
"Uh... the same," Hannah called after the departing
turned and found Jillian waiting.
"Can you find your room?" the Mistress of the Keep inquired.
Hannah nodded, then turned to watch Sydney disappear through the
doorway. She noted that Sydney was actually rather short,
taller than her cousin Alice—possibly
even a tiny bit shorter,
fact. Somehow, she
doesn't seem short,
Hannah mused, and she's certainly
"I'll show you the way, just to be sure," Jillian said with
a smile. "And don't mind Syd. She's just feeling you
so to speak."
Hannah's lips curled in a wry grin. "Feeling me out?"
"So to speak," Jillian repeated. "Like I told you before,
"Okay... if you say so."
"C'mon," Jillian chuckled, and led Hannah towards the
She paused to lift the wooden cover of a small niche set in the
and tap each of a row of glass
tiles. As she did so, the Elvish globes winked out,
and their former brilliance was replaced by a soft, greenish
Hannah smiled. One would have thought the effect would be
cold and eerie—but, in
night-light-mode the globes were somehow warm and comforting,
their verdant hue. It's
way they glimmer off the wood... and the proportions of the
decided. This place is
treasure. She turned and followed Jillian down
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Hannah made her way
to the Common Room, and was pleased to find she was not late for
fact, only Jillian and Constance were present, although
tableware, plates, and mugs were deployed to serve all the
"Morning," Hannah said, and the others answered in kind.
sat down, Cricket entered from the kitchen, lugging a tray with
covered platter. Alice was in her wake, with a second
tray. Hannah was wearing her kingfisher-blue gown, as
suggested, and the others
were dressed in clothing similar to what they
had worn the previous day, without the added headgear and
The exception was Cricket. She was
ragged, faux-burlap version of the thrall's costume (and her iron collar, of
Kayley followed. "Eggs, toasted bread, pan-fried potatoes,
bacon," she announced. Cricket removed the platters'
revealing the food. The eggs were in a scrambled heap
a ring of fried eggs, steaming hot and garnished with sprigs of
herbs. The bread was sliced from round loafs, the potatoes
were diced and sautéed to crispy brown perfection, and the
thick-sliced and peppered. The food immediately began
way to various plates.
"Are you a tea drinker?" Kayley asked, addressing Hannah.
"No," Hannah answered. "Uh... coffee?"
"Yet another way we
from historical correctness," Jillian said, and poured hot,
coffee into Hannah's mug from an insulated carafe disguised as a
rustic, ceramic pitcher. "In our version of world events, the kahve bean found its way
out of Africa several centuries early."
"We had a long argument about corn," Kayley said.
"Meaning maize, of course," Constance interjected.
"Thank you, Scholar," Kayley smiled. "Anyway... reason
"Actually," Jillian said, pausing to sip her coffee, "Kayley's
chowder and corn fritters prevailed."
"Yeah!" Alice agreed, and turned to Kayley. "Ya gotta do
again, real soon, okay?"
"Which?" Kayley asked.
"Both!" Alice, Cricket, and Constance responded in unison.
All laughed, then turned to the hallway door as Sydney made her
Hannah noted that the redhead's costume was different from the
before... very different.
She struck a rather swashbuckling figure, starting with thigh
a pair of
pants of gleaming, dark brown leather. Her torso was clad
strapless bustier, and breastplate. It was mostly of brown
leather, matching her boots and trousers, but it had
strips sewn along the ribs and across the stomach and
steel cups supporting and protecting her breasts—the lower
Under this "armor", she
wore a loose blouse of coarse linen dyed a faded shade of
complement to her Celtic complexion. It had a scoop
that exposed most of her shoulders and the tops of her
freckled breasts and its sleeves were rolled up and tied with
bracers were laced around her wrists and forearms.
cinched around her waist,
with a sheathed dagger on her right hip
and a long-sword on her left. The
overall effect was definitely medieval, more "Sheriff of
than "Crimson Pirate", and it was also decidedly not masculine.
"Did I miss the Sword-Maiden memo?" Alice
quipped, then indulged in a
conspiratorial giggle with Cricket.
"Oh no!" Cricket added, in mock horror. "It's Baroness
Sydney glared at the
"Bobbsey Twins", then took a seat. "Morning,
all," she muttered, and began loading a plate.
Hannah realized she was staring at the "Sword-Maiden" in
lightly freckled décolletage—her graceful,
swan-like neck—her long, copper-red
blue-green eyes... which, at the moment, were staring back at her! Hannah took a
coffee and turned her attention to finishing her breakfast.
was more smalltalk as the others also finished eating, then they
away, one-by-one. Eventually, only Hannah, Sydney, and
were left at the table.
Jillian sipped her coffee and watched Sydney eat the last of her
eggs. "Be sure and show Hannah the oubliette under the
Tower," she told her sister, then smiled at Hannah. "I'd
your advice on how to make improvements."
Hannah nodded. "Okay."
Jillian rose from her chair. "Play nice," she warned
left the Common Room.
"What did she mean by that?" Hannah wondered aloud.
Sydney's answer was to gulp her remaining coffee and climb to
feet. "Have you seen the Bath, yet?" she demanded.
Hannah shook her head. "The Roman Bath? No, but
"Follow me," Sydney ordered, and strode through the door with
on her sword hilt.
"Whatever you say," Hannah muttered under her breath. Bossy little thing, she
a wry smile; and
followed her "Sword-Maiden" guide from the Common Room.
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Capture of the Saxon Maiden
Access to the Roman
Bath was through a large changing room, with benches and
lockers. On the far wall was a door with a large,
multi-light window of thick, wavy
"That's actually a pair of
Sydney explained, pointing to the portal. "Alice insisted
we have them installed. They act as an airlock and help
control the humidity. The little twerp redesigned the
heating and cooling system, after she graduated from college and
Jillian decided to take her on as Resident Engineer and General
Pest. The bath's main pool acts as the the heat-sink for
new system, with hammered-air ducts that distribute conditioned
new set of machines installed in a shed against the outside wall
Keep. It's supposed to be more energy efficient, and I
admit the place is more
Some of the new work to hide the installation was a
little slipshod, and that's part of why Jillian has hired you,
it." She pointed to the nearest changing alcove.
"Excuse me?" Hannah demanded.
Sydney crossed her arms under her breasts and favored Hannah
ever-so-slightly-exasperated sigh. "I know
Jillian explained about the role-playing and special scenarios?" she
Hannah nodded. "We have some special guests booked for a
week-long visit in twelve days, and Jillian wants you to get up
speed as soon as possible. We won't bother with any dialog
histrionics, but I'm going to walk you through one of our
'Captured in the
"Captured?" Hannah noted that Sydney's smile now had
a slightly sinister
"Think about it." Sydney continued. "Naked, wet,
unarmed...? Could you be
She's baiting me,
realized. She's thinks
woosie-out and run crying to Jillian. Hannah had
there were two ways to handle hazing like this: refuse to play
altogether, and risk being labeled a 'hothead' or a
play along until it was clear to everyone that things were
of hand, and then assert
rights. Option two was usually
the best course. Her face a neutral
mask (she hoped), Hannah walked to the alcove and began undoing
of her gown. In short order, the velvet garment was
the locker and her chemise and loincloth were neatly folded and
on its top shelf. She then removed her slippers, placed
the floor of the locker, and closed the door. She turned
Sydney gazing at her with her an openly leering grin. Hannah
her hands on her hips and struck a defiant pose. "Care to
"The others are right," Sydney said. "You are the perfect Saxon
Maiden. Athletic build and good muscle tone—but very feminine—no tan
lines, natural blonde...
hair grows a little, we'll keep you in braids. Ever wield
"I've chopped a few cords of wood," Hannah drawled.
Sydney shook her head. "Not what I mean. Another of
is Resident Swordmaster. I'll teach you to swing a blade."
"As long as nothing important gets lobbed-off in the
Sydney laughed. "I'm talking theatrical combat, not actual combat.
Anyway, I'll get you a nice Saxon battle-ax and a couple of
axes. How 'bout archery?"
Hannah shook her head. Sydney seemed to be warming to her,
"No problem," the red-haired Sword-Maiden responded. "I
you to draw a bow in a day. Getting good at it will be up
you." She turned and walked to the door leading to the
she said, holding the first door open.
Hannah preceeded Sydney into the "airlock" vestibule, through
second door, and into a large, vaulted space. A bank of
windows, set high in one stone wall, allowed shafts of morning
illuminate a surprisingly large, rectangular pool. The air
warm and humid.
Off to the right was a semi-circular area with several
throne-like stone seats and wide benches built right into the
wall. Centered in this alcove was what appeared to be a
stone tub. It
was ten or twelve feet across and was surrounded by a low
smooth, well-rounded stone blocks. Tendrils of steam
still, dark waters.
"That's the hot-tub," Sydney explained. She turned and
a second large
alcove off the left end of the pool. "That's where you get
yourself clean, then
take a final rinse in the pool." Her hand shifted to a
opposite side of the pool.
"That's the dry sauna..." Her hand swept back to the right
alcove. "...or, you can use the tub. It has
jets and bubbles, but we like to pretend it's a natural hot
"Of course," Hannah agreed. The style of the vaulting was
Gothic than Roman; but a decorative frieze, running in a band
the entire circumference of the space, was definitely Roman.
blocks were appropriately weathered and "ancient", suggesting
been salvaged from a ruin and reused by the bath's "medieval"
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Sydney was pointing to
cleaning alcove, again.
"Just taking in the view," Hannah answered, then turned and
towards the alcove.
"Make it quick," Sydney ordered. "I'll be in the lounging
Well, so much for
warm-and-friendly-Sydney, Hannah mused.
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alcove had several wooden buckets and ladles inverted over the
pegs of a drying rack. There were also natural
sponges—thick, milky bars of
hand-made soap—and a row of
"hand-forged" showerheads clustered over a
deck of drainboards. Hannah stepped under one of the
pulled its dangling chain, and a deluge of blood-warm water
her from head to toe. She then fetched a bar of soap and a
sponge and scrubbed herself clean, raising a layer of
As she ran the soapy sponge over her body, Hannah stole a
glance at the "lounging area", and
discovered Sydney reclined on one of the throne-like seats, her
extended, and her boots resting atop what appeared to be a
satchel. The distance was too great for her to absorb the
body-language and expression, but Hannah was sure the redhead
"enjoying the show".
Let her ogle me all she wants,
Hannah decided. Next
time she's in the
bath, I'll return the favor.
She pulled the shower chain for a final rinse, squeezed out her
returned it and the soap to the drying rack, then turned to face
pool. Might as well
give her a real show.
her audience-of-one, Hannah stretched, going up on her toes and
reaching for the ceiling with her outstretched fingers.
combed her fingers through her hair, then lifted her chin and
shook her head, causing her wet, blond locks to shake and drape
her back. Still ignoring Sydney, she took the half-dozen
rapid paces required to reach the pool—and executed a
graceful overhead dive into its warm, dark depths. She
underwater, until the water shallowed-out and she could plant
then slowly walked up the broad, shallow steps leading to
the hot-tub and lounge.
"Aphrodite, emerging from the sea," Sydney said, in an
ever-so-slightly mocking manner.
Hannah combed her hair back, again, leaving it plastered to her
and dripping down her back; then strolled around the tub to
before her guide, hands on hips. "Towel?" she inquired.
"Not required," Sydney answered. There was a brief
she jumped to her feet and drew her sword in one fluid,
Hannah's eyes popped wide in surprise, then she regained at
least some of her
The sword's sharp point was hovering less than an inch from the
wet skin of her
sternum. She looked down the shimmering blade and locked
with Sydney, noting the evil (beautiful) smile curling the
coral lips. "Uh... this would be the 'Captured' part?" she
inquired, with forced nonchalance. It was difficult to
while being held at swordpoint, even if it was only a game.
"What will it be, Saxon?" Sydney sneered, "surrender, or a quick
"I thought we were going to dispense
with dialog?" Hannah asked, still trying to appear indifferent
to the situation (with limited success).
Sydney's evil smile was replaced by one of genuine humor—then,
quickly, the evil twist
returned. "Turn around, kneel, cross your ankles, and put
hands on top of your head with your fingers interlaced."
Hannah sighed, and followed her captor's orders. She
over her shoulder to find Sydney pulling a coil of hemp rope
"Eyes front!" Sydney barked.
Hannah complied. She heard the sword being re-sheathed,
Sydney took hold of her wrists, pulled her arms down, and folded
behind her back until her fingers were touching their opposite
"Don't even squirm," Sydney ordered, her mouth less than an inch
Hannah's right ear.
Well, if I'm going to play
with this nonsense, Hannah decided, I might as well really play along. "English
she snapped. "Just wait 'til my father's
war band gets here!"
Sydney laughed. "Okay, I suppose we have time for a little melodrama."
doubled the rope, forming a loop in the center, and dropped it
Hannah's body, snugging it tight to pin her arms to her
torso. "I'm not English, you Saxon cur. I'm Cymric,
but English, and don't you forget it.
wag your tongue again and I'll slit it down the middle!"
Sydney couldn't think of a snappy comeback, so she decided to
orders. She set her jaw and glared straight ahead,
the proper "Air of Brave Defiance".
Meanwhile, the first doubled loop was followed by three more,
there was a neat, flat band of four horizontal strands passing
and four more below. Each time, Sydney pulled the doubled
the loop between her shoulder-blades and reversed
lower bands were cinched between her elbows and torso, and a
loop was passed through her armpits and behind her head, to yoke
shoulders The remaining free rope
was cinched between
her shoulder-blades, then was passed under the
loop at the nape of her neck—and Sydney heaved.
Hannah gasped and bit her lower lip. The final maneuver
tightened everything up, significantly. She felt a series
hitches and a final knot being tied, somewhere above the complex
knots pressing against her upper spine. It was tight, but
admit it wasn't that tight—certainly
good at this," she observed, in a low, husky voice."
Sydney was pulling a second coil from the satchel. "Bard,
Master, and Rope
Sydney responded. "Those
are my principle roles around here. Some of our special
like the feel of cold iron, but others appreciate the caress of
hemp—microfiber synthetic hemp,
The real stuff abrades the skin. This technique is called
harness, by the way.
Now, keep silent!"
"British bitch!" Hannah whispered, then gasped as rope bands
around her wrists and forearms. She counted something like
dozen doubled loops being wrapped, cinched, and tied, then the
and through the knots securing her chest bondage, and another
cinches and wraps were taken. The final knot was well out
reach of either hand—like all
knots, hitches and everything else even remotely resembling
Again, the ropes were tight, without being too tight. The neat,
symmetrical pattern pinned her arms, locked her elbows, and
now utterly useless hands
her back. Hannah was still more-or-less
comfortable... and truly "Captured".
Sydney pulled out a third coil of rope and set about making her
captive helpless and immobile.
eased Hannah off her knees and over onto her side, rolled
her onto her back, then stretched out her legs and crossed her
Hannah watched as several horizontal rope bands tightened around
ankles. A lark's head was tied to keep things tight, then
vertical cinch was added between her legs, making the ankle
tight, indeed. Finally, three loops were taken around the
feet, cinched, and tied to her ankle bonds.
Sydney sat back on her haunches and watched as Hannah twisted
ankles, testing the ropes. "I like the crossed position,"
explained. "It has the drawback of not letting you bind
toes, but it makes it nearly impossible for the prisoner to
bind the feet,
Hannah tested all her
bonds. She looked down her body at her neatly bound ankles
feet and the bands of rope passing below and above her
She noted the firm, tan globes were slightly compressed by
ropes, and were covered by a sprinkling of goosebumps.
nipples were embarrassingly erect. It
must be the water evaporating off my skin, she
knew that wasn't the entire reason.
thrill was quivering in her sex... and she could tell more than
skin was wet... at least a little. "You're good," she
locking eyes with her captor.
Sydney's smile broadened. "Thank you, Saxon," she purred,
reached into a side pocket of the satchel and pulled out a
cloth. "But, that's twice
told you to keep silent." She dropped all but a single
cloth, which she formed into a large wad. "Third time's
charm, as they say."
Hannah shook her head as Sydney pulled her bound body around
head and shoulders were in her leather-clad lap.
Smiling in an infuriatingly wicked,
gloating manner, Sydney forced the soft mass
past Hannah's lips and into her mouth, then held it in place
with one hand while she folded a second cloth into a narrow
other. This was tied between Hannah's teeth and over the
to form a
tight cleave-gag. The thick band was long enough to pass
Hannah's head and through her lips, twice. Sydney cinched
cloth—pulled the captive's
wet, tousled hair from under the gag—cinched the cloth again—and
tied a tight square knot.
Hannah struggled and writhed in her bonds, but the gag was in to
stay. Gone was her complacent defiance, and in its place
was active defiance (and a touch of
fear). She forced mewling complaints through her depressingly effective
gag, glared up at her
continued to squirm against the ropes.
Meanwhile, Sydney had produced a third cloth and was folding it
much broader bandage. "I sense a natural aptitude for this
of role-playing," she said, still wearing the same infuriatingly smug
"Jillian will be very pleased. Now, it's important for a
captured thrall to come to terms with your situation, so here's
what I'm going to do." She wrapped the bandage over
and tied it behind her head.
Hannah continued to struggle and complain—then went still when
Sydney reached out and gently cupped her left breast.
"Shh—settle down," Sydney
whispered. "I've got you, and you're not getting away."
Hannah remained still (but continued testing her bonds with her
fingers and slow, squirming movements). She does have me, she
knew she wasn't going to get out of the ropes or the gag. The
blindfold? Maybe, but it
won't be easy without scratching up my face.
"I'll give you one hour to convince yourself your days as a free
are truly over,"
easing Hannah off her lap and onto the wet stones, "then, I'll
with your collar, and we'll continue the tour."
Hannah heard noises she interpreted as Sydney standing and
"Roll around a little, if you like," Sydney said, "but I
wouldn't get too carried
away, or you
might roll into the pool."
Hannah heard the echoing, slowly fading tap of Sydney's boots on
stone floor, and forced what she hoped would be a brave, defiant
gag. Unfortunately, it came out as a strangled, pathetic
least in Hannah's ears). Seconds later, she heard the
door open... and
in her bonds and let her gagged, blindfolded head rest on the
Well... either I played that
wrong, the captive mused, or
I am a 'closet
all, like Lady Lydia said. Of course, once she'd
to let Sydney bind her to the point of helplessness... it hadn't
mattered how she'd decided to play things. The
would have been the same. She was well and truly captured,
acting was required.
Hannah bucked and twisted, fighting her bonds with all her
results. Finally, after a couple of minutes of strenuous
pointless struggling, she let herself rest, again. The
wet, bound, gagged, and blindfolded prisoner lay on her side,
nostrils flaring and breasts heaving as she panted for breath.
What now? Hannah
wondered. They're not
really keep me as a
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