|TALES OF THE FOXWOOD B&B
To see the
I would cast in HHH:THE MOTION
below and use your browser's "Back" feature to return.
That Dreams Are
was an especially vivid dream, directly paralleling the scenario
Constance had brainstormed for Hannah's character.
Hannah was a Saxon Princess, her father's favorite and beloved
by all—even the lazzi and slaves that shared the
work of farming the fields and caring for the livestock.
She was captured on her way to visit an
outlying farmstead, the home of an old widow and her young
nephew. There had been four of them, big, brutish oafs,
recognized. They were dressed as huntsmen, but their
boots were rather fine for mere foresters. She suspected they
were housecarls from a neighboring kingdom. In any case,
was their prisoner.
Her gown was ripped from her body, leaving her in only her
stockings, and a now torn and soiled chemise. Despite her
enthusiastic struggles, she was bound and gagged. First off, they
stuffed a rag in
her mouth and tied it in place with a tight, mouth-cleaving
they tied her wrists together, in front. She tried to
to no avail. They continued to
bind her until she was criss-crossed with rope down the entire
of her body, from shoulders to ankles. The tight,
bands pinned her arms to her sides, her legs together, and
her hands to her waist.
lay on her side in the dirt and watched one of her captors use
blade of his seax to
several sets of closely-spaced cuts in her gown. He then
flagon and doused the claw-like tears with what was unmistakably
probably from a slaughtered pig or a dressed deer. She
derisive snort through her gag. They were trying to make
as if she'd been attacked by a wolf or bear—but not even the
youngest of her father's foresters would be fooled by such an
ploy. However, Hannah reflected, it might buy them some time,
misdirecting the initial search.
One of the brutes, probably the leader, lifted her onto his
shoulder. Struggling and mewling complaints through her
Hannah watched as his companions shuffled their feet and dragged
over the clearing, to hide their own tracks and create the
Hannah's struggle with some rampaging predator. They
arranged her ripped and bloody gown in the dust, then grabbed
they had thrown across nearby overhead branches, lifted their
and swung into the forest. One of them swung a rope back
leader, and he swung to join his confederates, with Hannah still
shoulder. They retrieved and coiled their ropes, and they
One kidnapper began laying a false trail to the north, dripping
blood from the flagon as he went. The remaining three took
and fled to the west. They went carefully, making efforts
conceal their trail; then picked up speed at nightfall,
stealth for speed.
They traveled through the night and into the next day, with
periodically being passed from shoulder to shoulder. The
faded into an endless, jostling, swaying, rope-bound
nightmare of discomfort.
Suddenly, Hannah snapped awake and screamed through her gag. She was
the ground. She looked up—and her eyes popped
The leader of her kidnappers was standing above her, in the
middle of a clearing
in the forest
trail. A puzzled expression was on his sunburned face, and
braids swayed and bobbed as he lowered his bearded chin and
head to stare at the pair of arrows
from his chest. They were long, and fletched with gray
feathers. He did a slow half-turn and looked back over his
shoulder, and protruding from his back
Hannah could see the arrows' remaining lengths and their gory
War arrows! Hannah
Her captor's ax fell from his lifeless fingers... and he
collapsed, nearly on top of her. Hannah lifted her head
beheld her other captors,
also slain by multiple arrows and already sprawled on the forest
Almost immediately several male figures emerged from the
trees. Their long, coarse, woolen cloaks were woven in
yarns dyed a dozen forest hues,
mainly shades of olive, leaf-green, gray, and rust-brown.
Cymric longbows at the ready, with arrows nocked. One of
eased his bow and returned the arrow to his quiver, threw back
of his cloak, lifted a horn to his lips, and blew, modulating
horn's eerily mournful call into a warbling series of notes.
The others eased their bows as well, then set about the bloody
retrieving their arrows. Hannah was ignored, leaving her
examine her "rescuers" in detail. All had brown or red
cropped finger-length short, in the Cymric style, and were
but had long, drooping mustaches. They wore soft boots and
lower legs were
wrapped in coarse linen and bound with leather thongs.
cloaks they wore rough-spun pants and tunics dyed in various
colors. In addition to their bows, all were armed with
maces, or short axes. Alone among the group, the horn
a tabbard of rust-brown linen emblazoned with a brown fox.
Hannah heard and felt the thunder of approaching hooves, and
head to watch a party of Cymric horsemen approach. In the
was a red-haired woman wearing a plaid cloak over a green velvet
gown. She rode side-saddle (of course), and was obviously
experienced on horseback. Her followers were mail-coated,
helmeted, and cloaked warriors, armed with spears. A fox
fluttered from the lance of the warrior immediately behind the
They entered the clearing and clattered to a
halt. The Lady gazed down at Hannah, a satisfied smile
her pink lips. Hannah lay in the dirt and glared up at the
noblewoman. The redhead was mature, at least two-score
age of Hannah's
mother, and her fair, freckled, high-cheeked features held an
"It would seem our information was correct," the Lady
pleasing, but carried the unmistakable tone of one accustomed to
pointed to the corpses of Hannah's kidnappers. "Leave them
the Sæsneg search
party to find, with all their gear. I want it clear who
cause of this, both the kidnapping and the ambush." She
on the horn blower. "How close?"
"Less than two hours, M'Lady," he answered.
The red-haired beauty nodded. "If they try to follow
the border, stop them. Prick them good, but I want a
bloodshed. Let's not have the situation turn into an
The fiery-haired noblewoman gestured at Hannah, and the bowmen
her up and draped her
across her lap, face down. Hannah squirmed and complained,
then froze when the Lady delivered a stinging slap to her
"Be still, flaxen-haired meinir,"
ordered, and her warriors laughed. With a tug on
the reins she turned her
mount and galloped back down the trail. Her left hand
Hannah's rope bonds to keep her from falling. Her escort
turned and thundered in her wake, closing ranks.
Hannah looked back, and her last view of the clearing was of the
arranging the bodies of her kidnappers in a pile in the middle
clearing—and then the trail
turned and all she saw was the blur of the passing forest.
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B:
Constance said, "but authentic Cymric warriors would have worn
shirts. Of course, in those days, 'red' meant a kind of
brick color... unless you were a noble, and could afford the
really expensive scarlet cloth from the continent."
Constance and Hannah were still in bed and lying on their backs,
sharing the little scholar's top sheet and blanket to protect
naked bodies from the
"Any other details my subconscious failed to absorb from your
"There's some historical record of the Cymric running around in
shoe, supposedly so they could better scramble up and down hills
mountains," Constance answered, "but I'm not sure I believe
Sounds like English descriptions of the Welsh Bogyman, to
the cloaks... The only people in Early or Medieval Britain
who really wore
plaids as any sort
of cultural uniform live in Mel Gibson's imagination."
"What?" Hannah demanded. "No clan tartans?"
Constance snorted in derision. "Tartans were an invention
Victorian wool merchants, to feed a Highland fashion
Anyway, here at Foxwood we aren't fanatical about the accuracy
Jillian allows a mix of fantasy and Hollywood, like at a
Fair. 'Cymric' male guests aren't required to have long
and 'Saxons' or 'Vikings' can visit without mandatory full
"Just horns on their helmets?" Hannah suggested.
"Please tell me you're
teasing," Constance sighed.
"I'm teasing," Hannah chuckled. "Speaking of
rolled on her side and lightly tickled her diminutive hostess'
"Stop it!" Constance giggled, trying to squirm away.
"Okay," Hannah agreed, then rolled over the little scholar's
body and out from under the sheets. She planted her feet,
I need to visit the Little Saxon
Room." She padded into Constance's washroom, emptied her
bladder, and pulled the chain to flush the "medieval"
She then wet a washcloth in the
tiny stone sink and patted her face. Hmm...
she pondered, gazing at her reflection in a small mirror, 'Saxon Braids' are
Low maintenance. Maybe I will keep them.
returned to the main bedroom to find Constance lacing the front
chemise. The little brunette had already donned her
"Find Sydney's rope while I take my tinkle,"
Constance suggested, then
padded past Hannah and into the washroom.
The neatly coiled rope in question was in plain sight, on the
the foot of the bed, and didn't need finding. Hannah
on hips, and grinned in the direction of the bathroom.
expecting me to
just let you tie me
Constance had finished relieving herself and was standing in the
doorway, brushing her hair. "Oh, no!" she said,
seriously. "The rope's for me. You have to tie me up, or
Lady Jillian will know I helped you escape."
"Okay," Hannah drawled, "but is there more to this little drama,
should I make
the rest up as I go along."
Constance smiled. "Just go to breakfast and explain the
of the character you've developed—"
Constance curtsied in acknowledgment. "We've developed, and see
buys it... but I know she will. Tying me up is just icing
cake, in case she's still in an 'Evil Lady Foxwood' mood.
just as soon not spend the day being tortured as a traitor down
dungeons, if it can be avoided."
"A wise course," Hannah chuckled, "but I think I'll take a
side trip to the Bath and get dressed. I'd just as soon
bacon and eggs wearing something other than Saxon braids and an
"And that glorious tan,"
giggled. "Don't forget that glorious tan."
"You little flirt!" Hannah laughed. "Get over here."
glanced towards the window. It was
still nearly an hour before full sunrise. "I love this
day, don't you?" she sighed.
"Oh wonderful," Constance sighed, "another early riser."
Hannah picked up the coils of rope as Constance returned her
the washroom and padded towards the bed.
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B:
Constance was once again reclined on the rumpled sheets of her
Her wrists were crossed, roped together, and lashed to her
Additional bands of rope criss-crossed her body from shoulders
ankles, rendering her helpless in much the same manner as Hannah
remembered being bound by her dream-kidnappers. The front
lace of the scholar's chemise had come
untied, and as Hannah had lashed her arms and
torso, the white linen garment had gaped and slipped to the
left shoulder and the upper half of her left breast (almost to
nipple). The little brunette squirmed in her bonds,
"Not as pretty as Sydney's ropes," Hannah purred, "but it's the
best I can do without more lessons."
"Not bad," Constance conceded, ceasing her struggles. "And
for the gag." She nodded towards the large, rumpled,
still on her desk, the scarf she had deployed as a place mat for
yesterday's lunch. "May I suggest a nice cleave?"
"You may," Hannah chuckled, folded the scarf point-to-point,
rolled it into a thick bandage. "Any last words?" she
inquired. "Perhaps detailed advice on how I should explain
"I don't think you need any more advice," Constance answered,
the Escaping Thrall.
Hannah smiled back, then thrust the center of the
rolled cloth between Constance's lips, pulled it around her
either side, and began
tying a knot at the nape of her
"Aye-ur!" Constance mumbled.
Hannah loosened the gag. "Excuse me?"
"Tighter!" Constance repeated. "Make my cheeks bulge."
"Okay," Hannah laughed, "you asked for it." She tightened
the gag with a fierce tug
completed a square knot, then took a step back and smiled down
her captive. "There,
now you look like a little chipmunk hoarding
Constance smiled up at her captor, twisting her bound wrists and
ankles, fluttering her fingers and wrinkling her toes.
Hannah sat on the bed, leaned close, and gave her precious
exposed left breast a gentle squeeze. "Do you realize you
blushed one time, this
Constance continued wiggling in her bonds, and continued her
smile—but she didn't blush.
Hannah leaned even closer, continuing her gentle kneading of
Constance's breast, kissed her forehead... and her gagged
lips. "Thank you, again, for rescuing me... and for a very enjoyable
stood, walked to the bedroom
gazed back at Constance's helpless form. "I'll try and
to tell the others that now you're
the one that needs
rescuing." Then she sighed, shook her head,
walked back to the bed, and
kissed Constance again. "Who am I kidding? I suck at
'Gloating Villainess' stuff. Another thing I need lessons in. I'll
make sure you get rescued
right away, and I'll try and see that Jillian doesn't assign the
Constance giggled through her gag as Hannah returned to the
it open and cautiously peeked down the hall to make sure the way
across the threshold. The Saxon Beauty grinned and blew a
Connie's direction, then
eased the door closed, and was gone.
Constance stretched in her bonds and pointed her toes, a
thrill coursing through her helpless body.
We have a Saxon
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B:
A Change of
Hannah made her way
to the Roman Bath's cleaning alcove and gave her body a quick
with soap and sponge, being careful to keep her hair as dry as
possible. She then returned to the changing room and to
locker where she had left the kingfisher-blue, velvet gown she'd
to the feast. She opened the locker door... and blinked in
The gown, chemise, and slippers were gone, and in their place
another costume. She double-checked to confirm that she
opened the correct locker—Yes, this is it—then began
the garments within. First was a pair of boots.
They were made of dark, rough suede, with the seams tightly
together using thin leather thongs. The boot tops, which
to reach Hannah's knees, were folded down and laced a couple of
the back, so they'd follow the shape of her calves. There
a leather apron—no—it was a kilt.
Threaded through broad loops was a three-inch wide belt that
the front by means of a
simple iron buckle. There was also what could only be
as a leather bra or sports-top. It was brown suede, like
kilt, and its margins were ragged, as if it had been pieced
from scraps of hide. It had inch-wide shoulder straps, and
together in the front, by means of long, tongue-like flaps
breast-cups. A loincloth of coarse linen and a pair of
calf-length wool stockings completed the outfit.
Well, Hannah decided, either someone has swapped out my
this... or I'll be stealing somebody else's clothing...
there's nobody else in the Bath. In any case, I'm not
breakfast in the nude. She donned the costume,
her way to the standing mirror beside the door back into the
The boots, kilt, and top were all in her size, and together with
and collar, she had to admit she was a rather striking figure...
working commoner, thrallish sort of way. I doubt if this is anything like
historically accurate, in any
culture, but Connie did say Jillian
indulges in a little fantasy. She put her hands
hips, did a half-turn to the left, and then to the right. And I do look sexy... and there's
wrong with that. I just hope Jillian has ordered me some
or leggings and maybe a nice, warm wool tunic or two.
freeze when the weather turns.
Hannah made her way to the Common
Room. Jillian and Alice were already present. Both
dressed in what Hannah had come to accept as "the usual"
gowns. Jillian's was a very pretty shade of harvest-gold,
moss-green trim, and Alice's was a dusky rose.
"Oh, excellent!" Alice exclaimed. "Turn around and give us
Hannah didn't even slow down. "Bite me," she said, with a
friendly smile, as she approached the table.
Alice giggled, then regained her composure. "That was a
Command," she intoned.
"And how would Your Royal Highness like a Royal Beating?" Hannah
responded (still smiling).
Alice giggled, again. "You look really good like that,
"Thanks," Hannah responded, "and good morning." She smiled
Jillian, and dipped her head in a respectful (albeit minimal)
she took a seat. "And good morning to you as well, Your
Jillian nodded in return. "Good morrow, Master
She poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Hannah.
"Shouldn't that be Mistress Artisan?"
Jillian frowned. "Hmm... That doesn't sound right.
have to ask the scholar what she thinks."
"Ask me what?"
All heads turned to watch Constance enter the Common Room.
was fully dressed in her usual costume of academic robe over a
"Aren't you supposed to be bound and gagged and rolling around
bed awaiting rescue?" Hannah inquired.
"I would be," Constance answered, "if you knew anything about
placement of key knots. I'm afraid you need remedial rope
lessons from Sydney."
"I decide who needs
lessons!" another new voice announced. Sydney was on
heels. The glowering redhead was dressed in a rust-brown
olive-green trim. She paused, hands on hips, to glare at
assembly. "Look... I'm sick of this pushing people
together like you're playing with your damn dolls!" She
focused on Hannah. "We'll start your weapons training this
afternoon, an hour after lunch, behind the Stone Tower.
Hannah nodded. "Yeah, uh—"
"And the rest of you," Sydney interrupted, glaring at the others
(especially Jillian), "leave
alone!" She spun
on her heel, stomped back through the door, and was gone.
"Okay," Hannah said, after a few seconds of awkward
"Enough pussyfooting around. What's her
"Messy break-up," Alice answered. "She was going with this
psycho-bitch named Margaret for like... years,
and then the bimbo dumped her."
"Alice!" Constance hissed. "Stifle!"
"What?" Alice demanded. "We're all sick and tired of Syd
around like a love-sick puppy, and Hannah's perfect for her."
"Alice," Jillian said, quietly, and all eyes turned to the
the Keep. "Do us a favor and stifle, like Connie
on Hannah. "I apologize if things are getting a little too
Alice had been sipping her coffee, and barely avoided a serious spit-take.
please!" she chortled, wiping her dripping chin with a
napkin. "Hannah gets stripped, tied up, dragged through
Constance had kicked Alice in the shin, under the table, and was
shaking an indignant finger in the little redhead's face.
just can't take a hint, can you?"
"I just think 'personal' was an ironic choice of words," Alice
responded, rubbing her leg. "Well, wasn't it?"
Hannah smiled. Things were beginning to come into
"What I think Her Ladyship was trying to address," she
"was that indoctrination, role-playing, and boinking aside,
to air Sydney's personal history in front of a stranger."
at Jillian. "Am I correct?"
Jillian smiled, leaned close, and kissed Hannah's cheek.
with maturity and grace." She kissed Hannah
again. "And full marks for unexpected use of the term
"Thank you," Hannah responded with a grin.
"That was unexpected,"
"Very," Alice muttered, still rubbing her leg.
"What was unexpected?" Kayley was entering from the
burdened by a large tray of covered dishes. She was
her usual peasant costume
"Yeah, what did we miss?" This was from Cricket, following
Kayley's wake with a second tray. She was back in her
faux-burlap tunic, and was still wearing her collar, of course.
"Boinking," Alice explained. "Hannah used the term
Kayley winked at Hannah. "Nothing unusual about boinking
here," she purred, and everyone laughed.
Alice favored Cricket with a sad pout. "Also, Connie
me in the shin for telling Hannah about Syd's break-up with the
Cricket gasped. "Which leg?" she demanded.
"The left," Alice whined, then managed a brave smile. "You
kiss it and make it better?"
"No," Cricket answered, frowning
her lover, "I just wanted to know which leg I should kick, so you'll
have a double limp."
"No more kicking,"
Jillian ordered, smiling at Cricket, then she glared at Alice, "and we
allow Hannah to settle in for a while without any more nonsense,
Alice glared back. "So now it's my fault you decided to
hook-up with your sister?"
"Peace!" Kayley chuckled, then removed the cover of a large dish
reveal a steaming scramble of eggs, diced sausage, purple onion,
cheese. She leaned close and kissed Hannah's cheek.
hope you come to love Sydney as much as the rest of us, Hannah,
and we do want her
back to her old self
as soon as possible..." She focused on Jillian with mild
disapproval. "And we all
to let things
take their natural course, without
Hannah stared at her empty plate, suppressing a smile. So, it was true. Jillian was playing matchmaker.
I suppose I ought to be offended... but I'm not. It's
of flattering. She lifted her gaze to find the
looking at her with shy, anxious smiles. "Well..." she
quietly, "my brothers used to try and fix me up all the time, so
think I'd be better able to spot it by now."
Jillian blushed. "I... I just wanted to make sure things
on the right foot," she mumbled.
"Liar," Kayley laughed, leaned close and kissed Her Ladyship's
then spooned a large portion of the scramble onto her
Hannah's plate next. "No harm, no foul?" she whispered.
Hannah nodded. "So, what's on the agenda for today?
weapons practice with Sydney?"
"No need to rush things with the rest of your special
Jillian said. "How 'bout you move into your apartment,
start looking around on your own?" She focused on
"And I'd like our Resident Engineer to participate in your
inspection, so she can explain what we've done to the various
"Oh, goodie!" Cricket gushed. "I'll help too!"
"You will not," Kayley said, shaking her head. "You're waaay behind in the room
and laundry, thrall."
Alice and Cricket appealed to the Mistress of the Keep.
"Jillian!" they whined, in unison.
"What?" Jillian demanded. "Boinking all night—" She
Hannah. "—to coin a phrase, isn't enough?"
"Too much is never enough," Constance said, quietly, a coy smile
curling her lips as she sipped her coffee.
"Oh, you shut up,
Four-eyes," Alice grumbled.
"She was nice enough
chain us side-by-side, when she came back," Cricket told Alice,
at Jillian, "so we did get
boink all night."
"Yeah," Alice huffed, "locked in an overheated dungeon and
around naked, in chains, on
nothing but pokey straw." She sighed and smiled at
Hannah. "I'll meet you at your place, after I change."
"Don't change a hair for me," Cricket sighed, leaning close and
nuzzling Alice's neck, "not if you care for me."
clarified, stifling a giggle. "I'm
talking about clothes."
Hannah smiled and continued eating her breakfast. This is a fun group, she
thought. Hmm... hooking
with Sydney... The diminutive Weapons and Rope
sure was a looker. And gruff exterior aside, she seemed
enough person... And
love her, so she can't be that bad... but I'll have
to get to know her better.
Constance cleared her throat, gave Hannah a significant look,
nodded towards Jillian.
Hannah frowned in puzzlement, then she remembered. She
close and spoke to the Mistress of the Keep in a low
scholar and I have been discussing my character, and we have
"After breakfast," Jillian answered, then smiled at
"Both of you stay and we'll discuss it..." She focused on
and Cricket, who had been following the exchange with wide,
The "Bobbsey Twins" returned to consuming their breakfasts.
Hannah smiled and nodded. "Yes, Your Ladyship."
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B:
two hours later, in the Outer Mews...
dufflebag and single suitcase had taken no time at all, as had
arranging her clothing in the apartment bedroom's closet and
drawers. Her personal tools would remain in the locked,
carrier in the back of her truck until she made a detailed
what was available in the workshop. A quick glance had
that Foxwood's tool inventory was at least equal in quality to
was probably superior.
Hannah heard someone knocking at the door of the outer
one at the top of the stairs from the main garage. "Come
shouted and walked into the lounge area.
It was Alice. The little redhead had changed into what
could only describe as a "Peter Pan meets Robin Hood" costume:
suede slipper-boots with slightly pointed toes, forest-green
shirt dyed a faded olive-green, and a sleeveless jerkin of brown
were in a loose French braid/ponytail that trailed down her
saucy smile was on her pixie face.
There was one more important element to her new costume, or
accessory. An iron
collar was locked around the perky little redhead's throat, her
wrists were manacled behind her back, and a rigid iron bar
the back of the collar and the cuffs.
"You like?" Alice asked,
spinning in a graceful pirouette.
"No pointy green cap with a long feather?" Hannah asked with a
"I've got several," Alice giggled, "but I can't keep a cap
the proper jaunty angle with my hands like this."
"And why are your
this?" Hannah inquired.
"Oh, this was Kay-bear's idea," Alice explained, "so there'd be
question who was in charge during our building inspection.
up a terrific fight,
Connie and the cook overpowered me."
Hannah was skeptical. "Oh, I'm sure you were a regular
wildcat. Where's the key?"
Alice smiled and sauntered towards the grinning blonde, swinging
hips in an openly seductive manner. "The key? It's
somewhere on my person. You'll just have to find
batted her eyes, and licked her coral lips. "And I can't
do anything to stop
went up on her toes and kissed Hannah's smiling lips. "You
anything you want... 'cause I'm helpless."
Hannah sighed and shook her head. "Tell me, Princess
demanded, "does any work
ever get done around this place?" She gently
untied the lace closure of Alice's jerkin, then reached down the
front of her linen shirt.
Alice closed her eyes and shuddered
Hannah lifted a thin leather thong from around Alice's neck, and
small iron key dangling at the end from between her breasts.
"Hey," Alice pouted. "That would have been a lot more fun if you'd
the bottom and worked your way up."
Still smiling down at her prisoner, Hannah dropped the thong
her own head, freed her braids, and tucked the key under
closure of her leather brassiere. "I see I already have
the Foxwood intranet," she said, nodding towards the computer on
nearby desk. Its monitor screen glowed a rusty orange,
more icons scattered across its flat face.
Hannah walked over, moused to one of the icons, and opened the
file. A calendar appeared, and the blocks representing
tomorrow and the next three days were colored olive green.
are these people?" Hannah asked, pointing at the text in the
"Guests," Alice explained. "Two nice old couples.
been here before."
Alice nodded. "Thirty-something." She grinned at
Hannah. "Old... like you. Nothing 'special',"
she continued, tugging on her inescapable bonds for
"They like dressing up like Robin Hood's Merry Men
and hiking the trails, sleeping in the 'Foxwood Inn' at
Sydney will be their guide, and continue their archery lessons."
Hannah nodded. "I take it there will be no ropes or chains
"Hence the green color. And nothing special is allowed for
else, either, 'til they're gone." Alice
sighed. "Jillian doesn't even let us sneak down to the
or play in our rooms at night."
"Poor baby," Hannah grinned, "forced to fondle The Cricket without tying her down?"
Just then, the door from the garage landing opened and The
the lounge. She was carrying a large stack of terrycloth
folded sheets, and a brown leather satchel. She was still
her burlap tunic and collar; however, she had added a pair of
her ensemble, with
thongs that criss-crossed her shins and calves and tied below
"Speak of the devil..." Hannah chuckled, and smiled at her
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B:
worth of towels and some fresh sheets," Cricket announced.
"You take the dirty things back to the Keep Laundry. It's
Kitchen, next to the Scullery. You get clean stuff off the
nodded down at the
satchel. "And this is from Jillian."
"Thank you," Hannah said, and took the satchel.
Cricket continued forward and disappeared into the
put this stuff away for you!" her voice sounded
back into the lounge.
"Thanks!" Hannah opened the satchel and pulled out a thick
of folded papers.
"Copies of the plans," Alice explained. "They're also in
on the intranet, but it's better to have full-sized copies for
the inspection, right?"
"Right," Hannah agreed, and gave the satchel a shake.
rattled in the
bottom. She pulled out a ring of skeleton keys, and smiled
Alice. "Do these open the dungeons and torture
chambers, or just the non-special spaces?"
"Full access," Alice confirmed, then batted her eyes. "You
drag me into one of the lower chambers and have your way with
"You just won't quit," Hannah laughed, "will you?"
"You have no idea," Cricket giggled, returning from the
She went up on her toes and kissed Hannah, then
kissed Alice. "Well, gotta run," she sighed, and headed
garage landing door.
"Wait!" Alice blurted. "Aren't you going to... rescue
Or, maybe get captured yourself? We could be forced to do
sorts of 'horrible' and depraved
by the Saxon Barbarian. Just for a
got a looong list of
to accomplish, to prepare for tomorrow's
guests," Cricket explained, then turned and lifted the bottom
her tunic. "Or Kay-bear won't unlock this thing after
had been replaced by a chastity belt of hammered steel!
did a slow pirouette, so Hannah and Alice could appreciate the
tight fit and cunning design. The belt's horizontal band
the flesh of Cricket's tiny waist. The vertical part
firm buttocks, and was interrupted only by a small ring nestled
anus. The remaining steel cupped her sex and was
a cage of interlaced bars. It then continued up to the
and locked by means of a flush-mounted padlock.
Alice sighed. "That's mean."
Hannah could see the twinkle in Alice's eyes, as well as the
hiding behind her "sad" expression. Also, Cricket gave
of not being a
particularly distressed damsel.
you better get busy," she advised the burlap-clad brunette, then
to the red-haired captive. "And you can help me take a
these plans, before we head back to the Keep and start a
Cricket dropped the hem of her tunic, blew a kiss to Alice, then
on her heel and headed out the door. "Bye!" she called,
"She'll work hard, all day," Alice said, under her breath.
"She'll be all sweaty and tired, tonight. I'll tie her up
bathe her by hand, back in our room. Then I'll probably
the bed... unless I feel creative."
"That assumes I let
of all that iron, and don't tie you to my bed," Hannah said.
Alice turned and blinked in surprise. "Really?" she
"Kidding," Hannah laughed, then kissed Alice's forehead.
"Now, let's look at these plans."
"Okay," Alice sighed. "You're a big tease," she accused,
wry smile; then pulled out a chair from the table with her right
Tales of the