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climbed the outside stairs to the top balcony of the South
setting a rapid pace for herself. She was dressed in tan,
skintight riding pants with chamois panels in the seat and inner
thighs; gleaming brown riding boots; a white silk blouse; brown
gloves; and a Hermes scarf tied around her long, black hair,
a tight ponytail. She used her riding crop to slap the
one boot, and her features were
flushed. In fact, there were patches of dampness staining
and blouse. Aristocrats who have just enjoyed a long, hard
on a favorite mount down a jungle trail do not sweat, of course,
they have been known to "glow", profusely.
Situated high up on the side of the tower, the balcony had a
magnificent view of the small harbor beneath the castle.
Marquesa paused at the balcony's low railing to look down.
Blinding white in the noon sun, Sirena bobbed
anchor, graceful as a sleeping swan. She turned her
the balcony itself, and smiled.
Off to one side, near a splashing fountain, a vine-draped
pergola provided shade for the balcony's only other occupant: a
attractive woman reclined in a teak lounge chair. She was
her late twenties or early thirties, and was dressed in a very
string bikini. Her firm, athletic body was deeply tanned,
her long, brown hair was streaked with sun-bleached highlights.
was on her back, engrossed in a leather-bound journal—Lorelai
The Marquesa removed her gloves, placed them on the side-table
the reading woman, then added her riding crop. Already on
table was an ice bucket, a frosted pitcher of some fruity
that smelled of rum, and two glasses—one empty, and one
The Marquesa dropped several ice cubes into the empty
filled it from the pitcher. She paused several seconds,
the ice do
its work, then took a delicate sip.
Meanwhile, the bikini-clad woman placed a marker in the journal,
it with a thump, and tossed it atop a folded towel on the next
"I thought you had already read Ms. Meriwether's missive," the
stated, a sly grin on her beautiful face.
The woman smiled. "I'm re-reading," she explained,
The Marquesa laughed, then picked up a bottle of sunscreen.
The woman's smile broadened as she rolled over onto her stomach.
She reached behind her back, and untied the strings of her
The Marquesa poured a dollop of lotion on her hands, rubbed them
together, then began applying the oily fluid to the younger
The woman rested her chin on her hands, closed her eyes, and
contented sigh. "Lori's introduction to the 'whipping
especially delicious; but I'll have to get Rosie to explain why
didn't use the opportunity to give her a spanking, at the very
She doesn't usually show that much control when it's her
top with me."
"Chrissy Beckler," the Marquesa scolded, "you are an evil
Chrissy laughed, turned, lifted her head, favored the Marquesa
saucy grin; then settled her head back on her hands. "I've
good teachers," she mumbled.
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a thorough job of coating Chrissy's back and shoulders with
"What is your first impression of Lorelai's narrative?"
"I kept flashing back to my initiation into your
Chrissy said. "I remember the fear—moments of sheer
fact—and the excitement."
"By which you mean arousal, of course," the Marquesa purred.
Chrissy laughed. "Of course. Anyway... she's just as
feisty and submissive as I remember, when we used to
"And beautiful," the Marquesa sighed. "Such smooth,
perfect skin; such a strong, sensuous body; full, firm
She noticed the sudden tightening of Chrissy's jaw, leaned
and kissed her neck. "Don't be jealous, you silly girl."
"I'm not jealous," Chrissy groused, then laughed. "Well...
"A pity she must remain in the North Tower," the Marquesa
continued, "and that you must hide when she is being moved
but we cannot let her see you, to learn the full extent of your
in her... situation... not yet."
"You just want to keep her for yourself," Chrissy pouted.
The Marquesa had delivered a loud slap to Chrissy's
naked rump, and now was rubbing lotion on her thighs. "You
trust my experience in such things," she said. "We must
Lorelai blossoms; how she adapts to her new life. When
meets her old friend Chrissy, will she be comfortable in the
fellow slavegirl, or will she remain your friend only if you are
The Marquesa continued down Chrissy's legs, massaging her
calves, then her feet.
"I—I was just like her," Chrissy said quietly, "back at the
The Marquesa smiled, leaned forward, and kissed the toes of
left foot. "In what way?"
"If you ask her," Chrissy said, "even now, Lori will deny
she's a sub. She's convinced she's just biding her time
her captors make a mistake. She's no simpering
"Yes," the Marquesa sighed, "you were the same. The
curse of the Greeks."
"The ancient Greeks were dichotamists," the Marquesa explained,
are their inheritors." She crossed and held Chrissy's
ankles, then gave them a gentle twist. Chrissy responded
onto her back.
"Shades of gray," Chrissy said.
The Marquesa nodded, and began rubbing lotion on the front of
legs and thighs. "More precisely, complexity that defies
categorization. We are not submissive or dominant, strong
weak, clever or stupid. We are all these things at once,
"Such a wise old woman," Chrissy teased.
The Marquesa's smile turned to mock outrage. "You'll pay
that," she warned, then lifted the loose top of Chrissy's bikini
her head, and began rubbing lotion on her abdomen and breasts.
"But to answer your question—yes, you were the same—a
little slavegirl in complete denial. And, like
"Dormant dominant," Chrissy laughed. "Say that fast, five
"And why would I want to do that?" the Marquesa inquired.
"In any case, you are not to let Lorelai lay eyes on you,
I give my permission."
Chrissy stretched her arms above her head, with her wrists
her legs with her ankles crossed and feet on point. "Yes,
Mistress," she whispered, smiling up into the Marquesa's face.
The Marquesa smiled back, then leaned close and they kissed.
Chrissy continued her stretched pose throughout, as if she
bound on the rack, or to her lover's bed. The kiss lasted
long seconds, then the Marquesa lifted her head. "Before
began your reading, or re-reading, did you complete your
Chrissy nodded. "Of course, Mistress. I'll show
The Marquesa stood, took a step back, and retrieved her gloves
crop, carrying both in one hand. "Restore your top," she
"—because a Mistress should be clothed in the presence of
her slavegirl," Chrissy said with a coy laugh. "I've
my lessons well. Ulrika is an excellent teacher."
the top's strings behind her back with nimble, practiced
turned and led the way through the nearest entrance to the
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was a luxurious suite with a huge canopy bed; overstuffed chairs
sofas arranged in multiple conversation areas; a desk and
in the very center of the chamber—Ulrika awaited.
The Head Mistress of the Marquesa's exclusive resort was nude,
gagged, and completely helpless. She was straddling what
Marquesa's close associates referred to as a "pony"—a T-shaped
steel structure, a vertical pole that rose from a socket in the
and terminated in a curved, triangular saddle only slightly
the diameter of the pole. It was fiendishly designed to
damsel's sex and support her weight without damage, but with
to comfort. In essence, it was a scaled down horse.
the name, pony.
The height of the pole was adjustable, and at the moment, Ulrika
standing on tiptoe, her heels off the tiled floor, her legs
against the pole, and her sex squashed against the saddle.
braided rope was lashed around her ankles, calves, knees, and
tight, broad, neat bands, and cinched between her legs and the
Her strong, pale flesh bulged between the ropes. The
periodic knots were complex and decorative, albeit entirely
More rope trapped Ulrika's wrists, forearms, and upper arms
back and against her torso in a "box-tie", one of the Marquesa's
favorite techniques. Hands against their opposite elbows,
forearm-against-forearm, with ropes pinning her arms to her
hitched in an elaborate harness yoking her shoulders and cinched
between her upper arms and
body, Ulrika's arms and hands were lost to her.
The Marquesa walked a slow circle around the prisoner, making a
careful inspection of Ulrika's bonds. Chrissy had used
bondage mitts to encase the Head Mistress' fingers and hands.
This particular model was stitched from very thin leather,
individual, internal channels for each finger and a broad cuff
the wrist. They closed with laces and locking buckles, and
steel rings at the wrists and fingertips. Chrissy had
the rings and the hasp of each buckle in the rope bondage.
The Marquesa continued her inspection. "No corset," she
"I love looking at Ulrika's abs," explained, gazing at the
curves of the washboard tummy in question.
The Marquesa's inspection moved upwards. Ulrika's head was
encased in an open-faced hood of thin white leather, laced up
Her long, black hair was in a tight, single braid,
from a small hole in the very top of the hood and draped down
Finally, a "neck corset" of white leather was laced around
Ulrika's throat. It had rigid stays that prevented head
and covered the captive's lower face, with a small cut-out to
accommodate her nose. The prisoner's cheeks bulged against
The Marquesa gazed into Ulrika's blue eyes, noting the defiance
the carefully hidden fear). "Gag?"
"A large, medium-density foam ball," Chrissy explained,
surgical tape covering the lips, and several layers of
encircling the head. The hood left a dimple in the tape
tightened the chin-strap, so I added a thin foam pad across the
area and more layers of tape. This made it difficult to
neck corset close properly... but I managed."
The Marquesa nodded. "Ears?"
"Noise-cancelling mini-headphone inserts, covered with a
of gel-foam, the tape layers of her gag, the hood, and, of
upper part of the corset." Chrissy gestured towards the
on the desk. "The system is broadcasting in default mode,
moment. She can hear us with perfect clarity."
The Marquesa pointed to the saddle. "And below?"
Chrissy's smile turned somewhat evil. "She received a
enema before being placed on her perch. There's a number
plug in her anus, and a number two dildo, with catheter, in her
Both are dual function." Dual function meant the
dildo were both electrified and vibratory, under computer
"Number two is rather small, isn't it?" the Marquesa noted.
"My bad," Chrissy said. "I should have said a number two
hedgehog. It's a new model the Swiss office sent in
mail. Once inserted, a couple of hundred soft spines
doubling the diameter. In wave-mode, the vibrations are
to feel like crawling worms."
Now the Marquesa's smile was evil, and the fear in Ulrika's
pale, staring eyes more evident. "Why have you done
her breasts?" she asked, then turned to face her bikini-clad
protégé. "I know you love Ulrika's
"As do we all," Chrissy purred. "I toyed with a
nipple clamps and compression rings. The rings with the
pinpoints lining the insides?" The Marquesa nodded.
I know your plans are, shall we say, long-term. I'd never
myself if I caused any global damage." She took a
closer to the pony and its prisoner and planted a careful kiss
of Ulrika's nipples, first the right, then the left. "I
entertainment of die böbies to you."
The Marquesa laughed. "Very generous."
Chrissy used her tongue to deliver a slow, languid lick to
right nipple, and at the same time cupped the captive's left
and gave it a gentle squeeze. She then wiped her saliva
Ulrika's now erect right nipple and took a step back.
The Marquesa laughed again. "You may join us," she
Chrissy gave her Grand Mistress a quizzical look, then noticed
from the corner of one eye. It was from the direction of
chamber's interior entryway, and behind the Marquesa's back.
Chrissy shook her head, not for the first time amazed by
employer's almost preternatural awareness of her surroundings.
She turned to face the door.
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were Rosa and Lucia.
Rosa was dressed in what amounted to a ragged bikini of brown
together with a steel belt locked around her waist, a steel
collar, and steel cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She
"Trustee-mode", with none of her hardware linked by chains, but
and waiting, at the first indication of her mistress'
become loose or close restraints.
Lucia, on the other hand was naked and helpless. Actually,
was showing fewer square inches of flesh than Rosa, but as the
areas included her nipples and crotch, her condition would have
classified as naked. The helplessness came from her
the very same blue-green leather Chrissy had worn at the
arrival party: single-glove, corset, collar, shackle-cuffs with
chain, and harness of straps. The blue latex body-stocking
full hood was missing, and none of the countless buckles and
padlocks, as they had been that night... but they were the same
The gag was different. A single wide piece of translucent
tape covered Lucia's mouth. The plastic strip followed
dimple and contour of her lower face, including her pouting
were clearly visible through the milky material. In the
Marquesa's circle, such gags were used to humiliate, rather than
from the angry glare in Lucia's eyes, it was working.
Rosa had Lucia on a leash, but rather then the traditional
chain, she was leading her prisoner with a single finger crooked
the connecting chain of a pair of clover-clamps squeezing her
A few paces from the Marquesa, Chrissy, and Ulrika, Rosa
the chain, came forward, and embraced Chrissy. "Good
Blue Eyes," she whispered.
Chrissy returned the embrace. "Good morning," she
back. Then, her hands on Rosa's narrow waist, she
her normal voice. "Aren't you supposed to be languishing
Rosa laughed. "And who would supervise the housekeeping
Lorelai watched Lucia lock me into the gentle embrace
of la doncella de Badajoz, then was dragged upstairs
and locked in her tower. She believes I am languishing,
is all that matters."
Chrissy shuddered. "The Maiden of Badajoz. That's
combination vertical rack and cabinet of spikes, right? As
rack tightens, the spikes creep inwards?" Rosa nodded.
Chrissy shuddered again. "I hate that
"First invented, and then banned by the Holy Inquisition," the
Rosa nodded, then embraced and kissed the Marquesa. "I'm
going to meet a grisly end in la doncella, later
I?" she asked with a cajoling pout.
The Marquesa laughed. "That's entirely up to your
redhead." She walked to the computer, tapped a few keys,
then turned the flat-screen monitor so all could see. On
was a security cam image of Loreli Meriwether, "dressed" in an
manner to Rosa, and hard at work in her tower cell. They
as she tapped the keys of a desktop computer, then, clutching
locked to her collar, reached for a bulging binder. She
binder and consulted a list, idly playing with the links of her
she read; then returned the binder to its place, dropped the
The Marquesa tapped a key, and the display split into two
security cam feed of Lorelai working, and a list her tasks for
Several items on the list were already preceded by red
signifying completion. "At this rate," the Marquesa said,
think you're safe. In any case, as you very well know, we
wouldn't let la doncella's spikes do more than tickle
fancy for an hour or two. How would we motivate Lorelai
if you were dead?"
"I am so reassured," Rosa purred, then turned to face
"Standing... in the presence of a room
mistresses?" she demanded, wagging a disapproving finger.
Still glaring, Lucia sighed and dropped quickly to her knees,
wincing when her breasts (and their nipple clips) bobbed
response to the jarring impact.
"A room full of mistresses?" Chrissy demanded, pointing
Ulrika. "What about Miss rope-and-pony, here? She's
what you'd call mistress-like, given her current circumstances."
Rosa smiled and took a step forward. She lifted her hands
Ulrika, then paused, casting a questioning glance at the
The Marquesa nodded, Rosa's strong brown hands closed
Head Mistress' pale breasts, and she gave them a gentle squeeze.
"There is no circumstance under which Ulrika is not my
she whispered, then let her hands slide down to grasp
Ulrika's waist, leaned close, and kissed her between the breasts
sternum, on a small patch of skin framed by multiple bands of
Chrissy and the Marquesa exchanged a warm smile, Lucia rolled
in disgust, and Ulrika stared straight ahead.
"If you're waiting for Head Mistress to acknowledge your undying
servitude..." Chrissy suggested.
Rosa laughed, and kissed Ulrika's right breast. "I neither
nor require such a display," she answered. "She will
for your impertinence, and Lucia and myself for bearing witness
to her shame."
"Even though I act under the Marquesa's orders?" Chrissy asked.
"Even so," Rosa agreed.
Chrissy turned to the Marquesa in mock dismay. "Oh, say it
so, Your Grace!" She batted her eyes for added effect.
The Marquesa gave an evil laugh and motioned to Rosa.
her!" she ordered.
Rosa stepped behind Chrissy, grabbed her wrists, and held them
at the small of her back. Chrissy struggled to escape
with theatrical, but purposely ineffective, zeal.
"Oh!" Chrissy whined as she was forced to her knees. "Woe
The Marquesa stepped forward and lifted Chrissy's chin with her
hand. "I promise you that Ulrika's revenge shall be
extended. I know this because she has commissioned a new
device, expressly for this purpose."
"So much for—Hey Chrissy, want to help me play with Ulrika?"
Chrissy groused. "Exactly how long have you been planning
"Nearly as long as our preparations to 'recruit' poor, innocent
Lorelai," the Marquesa said. "Surely you've heard rumors
how I indulge myself when I visit the castle, how not even the
"Slavegirl gossip," Chrissy scoffed.
Rosa leaned down and whispered in Chrissy's right ear. "I
you it would be so."
"Yes, you knew there would be a price for your indulgence," the
Marquesa confirmed. "Do not pretend otherwise."
Chrissy sighed, and affected a brave pout. "Busted."
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revenge shall be in the uncertain future," the Marquesa
smiled. "And besides, we have not even given her the full
of her cause for revenge. Live in the moment,
Chrissy laughed. "Hey, I'm not the one who brought it up."
"That is true," the Marquesa conceded, then lifted her gaze to
"I believe you have quite a few arrangements to make,
are returned to the embrace of la doncella, and then
evening with your Lorelai."
Rosa nodded. "There are several menus to approve,
parties in the village and resort for this weekend." She
towards Chrissy. "Do you want me to bind her for you?"
The Marquesa smiled, and shook her head.
Chrissy, her wrists still being held by Rosa, turned her head
kissed her "captor's" cheek. "In your dreams, Shorty," she
Rosa laughed. "In my sweetest dreams," she agreed,
Chrissy's wrists, stood, and bowed to the Marquesa. "Your
she said, took two steps back, then spun on her heel and left
pausing only to wink at Lucia.
Lucia sighed, then turned her head and looked from the Marquesa
"You have done an excellent job with Ulrika," the Marquesa told
Chrissy. "You may play with Lucia until tomorrow morning.
Be sure you are both out of sight when Lorelai is taken
tower to rescue her Rosa, and I expect you to dress for dinner."
Both turned to smile at Lucia. "Lucia as well, but
choose her costume."
Lucia put up a brave front, but they could see the worry in her
"As you command, Your Grace," Chrissy said, then climbed to her
and kissed the Marquesa's right cheek. "Tell me," she
"the Rosa-Lori romance... Totally unexpected, no?"
The Marquesa laughed. "Life is full of such surprises."
"Do you think it'll last?" Chrissy asked.
The Marquesa nodded.
"I hope she's happy," Chrissy said quietly. "That's all I
wanted—for Lori—for her to be happy."
The Marquesa smiled. "I know that. We all know that.
Now, go play with your prize."
Chrissy hooked a finger through Lucia's nipple-clamp chain, and
a playful tug. "Come, Comandante," she said with a
smile. "I finished stitching the handle on my new
last night and can't wait to take it for a test drive."
Lucia winced at the pull on her nipples, then rolled her eyes,
in disgust, and climbed to her feet. But as Chrissy led
she turned and winked at La Marquesa. She knew her
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smiled at Chrissy and Lucia's bikini-clad and naked buttocks
had left the room, then turned to face Ulrika. "One of
share my bed tonight, with the other helpless, bound and gagged,
thick rug before the fireplace." She reached out and
Ulrika's right breast. "From there, she will have an
view of the bed."
"Your view shall be unobstructed as well," the Marquesa
"When I am finished preparing you, I shall turn your stand
face the foot of the bed." She gave the breast a gentle
then toyed with the already erect nipple. "First, I shall
you from head to toe with multiple layers of tight gauze," she
explained, detailing events to come for her helpless victim.
"Next, I have a new kind
of tape I have never used before. It is a sticky lattice
fiberglass cords. It too will be applied in multiple
After being painted with a harmless chemical paste, it is
supposed to become as rigid as a plaster cast."
The Marquesa shifted her attention to Ulrika's left breast.
will leave two tiny openings for your nostrils, and two
openings for those pretty blue eyes..." She nodded towards
bed. "...so you can watch... tonight." She lifted
hand and began a gentle massage of both breasts.
Ulrika's only response was an increase in her rate of breathing,
flaring of her nostrils above the edge of the neck-corset, and a
discernible squirming of her tightly bound torso. A quiet
escaped her gag.
The Marquesa took a step back, and her hands went to the buttons
blouse. She tugged them open, one by one. "I'll run
your 'entertainment' programs when I retire," she purred.
referring to the electrified elements of Ulrika's saddle.
I'll let the computer play with you, while I play with
or Lucia." She shrugged out of the blouse.
Ulrika's eyes were on the exquisite, deeply tanned body of her
Mistress, and the lacy bra containing her full breasts—then the
Marquesa turned and walked away, out the helpless prisoner's
restricted line of sight.
"I haven't decided on which program to run, or the parameters,"
Marquesa continued, pitching her voice so Ulrika could still
"The mix of pleasure and pain, the intensities,
timing—I haven't decided." Ulrika could hear cloth
boots clattering—then the Marquesa stepped back into
The tall, tan, beautiful aristocrat smiled at her totally
employee, slavegirl, and lover. "So many decisions," she
"Which bikini to wear for my swim; what to have for lunch;
whether to place electrified clips on your nipples before I
them; what mix of pain and pleasure to program into your saddle;
bind and let languish, and which to take to bed, Chrissy or
So many decisions."
The Marquesa stepped away... several seconds passed... then she
returned, clothed in a white bikini nearly as skimpy as the one
had been wearing. She stepped close to her prisoner,
kissed Ulrika's nipples, first the left, then the right—then her
again, first the left, then right. "I'll return soon," she
"no more than two hours. Then we'll begin your encasement.
the meanwhile, keep an eye on Lorelai for me. Make sure
Ulrika watched her Mistress turn and leave by the balcony door,
shifted her gaze to the computer monitor. The display was
still split between Lorelai and her list of tasks. As
watched, a new check mark appeared beside one of the items on
Lorelai stood, stretched (making sure her collar chain
fall on the keyboard), then sat back down, sighed, and resumed
Ulrika lifted her gaze to the turquoise-blue sky visible through
balcony door and windows. Now and then, a gull would pass,
sometimes hovering, briefly, on a gust of warm, tropical air.
toes and feet were getting very tired, and she contemplated
saddle take her full weight—but mostly, she thought about the
she was having built for Chrissy—but someday, eventually, the
would come when the Marquesa would declare Lorelai's
initiation/probation to be complete.
The helpless amazon began contemplating a new device,
something appropriate for a wide-eyed, big-breasted damsel
red-brown curls—something ultimately harmless—but really