PART I
Sue placed her coffee cup back on her saucer with a sharp crack
and rubbed her eyes vigorously. Reading for a long period of time
always made her eyes hurt and the minuscule print of the Sunday Times
was even worse. She flicked a lock of auburn hair away from her face
and picked the paper up off the table to make sure her exhausted eyes
had not deceived her. Then she lounged back in the sofa and reread the
advertisement for the third time.
"Five thousand pounds." She whispered hesitantly as though the
figures would disappear from the page should she speak too loudly.
"Five thousand pounds for less than three months work." Sue would have
discarded the whole thing as rubbish had it not been offered by a very
prestigious London firm, well known for integrity and
professionalism. She made two large rings on the paper with a red felt
pen and rose from the couch.
The sun hit her from the left as she opened the french doors and
walked out onto the balcony of her London flat. Her lovely face broke
into a smile and she threw her arms back to go into a firm stretch that
might shake the cobwebs loose.
"You'll have the coppers on your tail if you keep that up, luv,"
Harry chirped from the street down below. He was getting into his car
but had paused to admire the view.
"Honestly!" Sue said, smiling down at her handsome neighbor. "You
British guys get more thrills from a girl in a nightgown and a pair of
panties than one in a bikini." She was really fond of her neighbor.
She moved over to the railing and rested her elbows on it.
"On you way to work?"
"Yeah, if I still have a job. They probably gave it to someone else
at 8:01 this morning. How's the Duchess?"
"Still asleep." Sue replied. "How late did you keep her out last
night?"
"Miss Hart, such a question a lady does not ask and a gentleman does
not answer." Sue cocked her eyebrow at him. "Two o'clock," Harry said
and they both laughed heartily.
"Well, there'll be none of that when we go to work." Harry's face
brightened even more than usual at the news that Terry and Sue had found
summer employment. The girls had arrived in the U.K. last fall to spend
a year studying at one of the more fashionable girl's schools and he had
grown very close to them. Near the close of the last semester, financial
disaster has struck when they wrecked a lease car and had not taken out
the proper insurance.
"That's just marvelous, Sue but why would they pay five thousand
quid for tour guides at an old castle?" Harry asked when she had
explained the advertisement.
"Well, there must certainly be more to it than that, but Terry and I
certainly fit the requirements." Sue continued. "They're looking for
young, attractive, intelligent girls with athletic abilities and
adventuresome spirits." Harry grinned and winked at her. "So'm I luv,
except they needn't be all that intelligent," he quipped. "I really need
to push off, Sue. Good luck on those jobs. Tell the Duchess I asked
about her."
Sue went back into the living room, grabbed the paper and bounced in
to Terry's bedroom. Terry's generous mane of blonde hair sprouted
elegantly from the inert lump under the covers. Once she had opened the
drapes, Sue sat on the bed and nudged her friend on the shoulder.
"Wake up, Terry," she said, "we have an answer to our problems."
Within a few seconds, Terry had turned over, sat up with a chirpy "good
morning" to her friend, and was peering intently at the Sunday Times
advertisement.
"Boy, Sue," she said, glancing up merrily at her friend, "when you
wish for something, you do it right!" Sue laughed and watched as Terry
continued reading. The lovely blonde was one of those rare girls who
could roll out of bed and onto the cover of a high fashion magazine with
nothing more than a toss of her hair. Terry soon came to the same
question that Harry asked earlier. It just seemed like too much money
for too little work. She was not really concerned, just inquisitive.
She knew that Sue probably had things pretty well figured out.
"The way the ad reads, they put on more of a show than a tour.
I don't know exactly what they want, but I'm sure we can handle it." Sue
was always so confident.
"But why are you so sure we'll get the jobs, Sue," asked Terry.
"Surely they'll get hundreds of applications."
"Read the qualifications, Duchess. They're talking about us."
Sue's eyes narrowed and lost some of their earlier glint. "Besides, we
just have to get the jobs." Terry reached out to touch her shoulder.
"Sue, we've been best friends since we were fourteen. You've pulled
my buns out of the fire a hundred times and Daddy knows it. He'll pay
for the damn car."
"Terry, he's already paid for the most exciting year of my life and
all I had to do was to keep a lid on you while we were over here." Sue
was almost in tears. "Now just look how I repay him."
"Come on, Sue," Terry replied, "your friendship is the best thing
that ever happened to me. You don't owe me or my father anything.
Besides, it wasn't your fault the road was so slippery. Now would you
hug me before I start crying too!"
They embraced each other tenderly and then Terry picked up the paper
again. They both agreed that the job sounded exciting and that they
would make application for it right away. Sue extracted the photo album
from the nightstand and thumbed through it as she moved toward the door.
"What are you looking for?" Terry asked as she threw off her
covers.
"That picture your brother took of us that summer when we taught
gymnastics at camp. They want girls who are athletic and attractive and
you have to admit that those leotards didn't hide much. We never looked
better. That's the picture I want to send to those people."
Terry watched her friend's buttocks shift erotically under her
panties as she walked absently through the door. "I swear, Sue, the next
time I hug you I'm going to give you a long, juicy kiss right on that
beautiful mouth of yours." She sighed and then rose to begin her day.
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"Mr. Carney?" Lady Miranda Thorne's voice hung in the telephone so
softly as to be nearly inaudible, but Lawrence Carney had become accustom
ed to it. He had never seen her in the last six years that he and his
firm had handled her business affairs, but her thin, wispy voice over the
telephone had been worth thousands. For that reason, he was always glad
to hear from her even if she was a trifle unnerving.
"So nice to hear from you again, Lady Miranda, what can I do for
you?" Her reply caused him to snatch his glasses from his face and throw
them on the desk. "But you can't have made your decision so soon, Lady
Miranda. That first batch I sent you had but nine applications.
I posted dozens more only an hour ago. They should reach you the day
after tomorrow." He was dumbfounded.
"Notwithstanding your Herculean efforts, Mr. Carney, I'm irrevocably
convinced that Miss McArdle and Miss Hart will be perfect for my
situation. Please issue suitable instructions and have them here by
three o'clock this afternoon." Lady Miranda had a habit of expecting the
impossible.
"This afternoon?" Carney almost shouted into the phone. "But,
they'll have to release their flat, or sublet it or something, and then
there's..."
"I know what you can do, Mr. Carney," she replied, "three o'clock
please."
Part II
"Oh look, Sue," Terry bubbled when the castle came into view.
"Isn't it simply delicious?" The towers and the walls of the imposing
structure were indeed breathtaking, but Sue was somewhat under whelmed.
After all, Terry was the most romantic and adventuresome of the pair.
Sue was just in it for the money.
"I just hope its comfortable," she replied dryly.
"Not to worry, Miss," said the driver without looking back. "It
may look tiresome on the outside, but I'm told it has all the comforts
of Buckingham Palace."
"Do you live around here, driver?" Sue asked.
"No, Miss," he replied. "that's what Mr. Carney told me. When you
come to it, Miss, I'm just an expensive cabby he hired to drive you
here."
"That Mr. Carney," Terry laughed, "he's such an old bore for a
young man. When he told us we'd have to live at the castle all summer,
he acted as though it would be a downer. He's crazy. Living here will
be a dream."
"Maybe so, Duchess," said Sue, "but he was smart enough to show me
the escrow agreement showing our money on deposit in the bank. All we
have to do is pick it up when we leave the castle. I wouldn't have come
otherwise."
The driver pulled up short when the limousine reached the thick
stone wall and then got out to use the telephone at the end of the
gate. The girls both noted the absence of any markings on the road
thus far and on the walls. There was a monument, some three feet high,
on which were carved the words "CASTLE THORNE".
As the driver returned to the car, the iron bars of the gate rose
into the air to the mechanical tune of gears and pulleys in need of
lubrication. They were still a half a mile from the castle proper and
both girls gazed out the windows to view their surroundings as they
passed by. Terry was treated to the sight of a lush, verdant forest
area so dense she could barely see past the first tree. Then there was
the soft, mirror-like lake. Sue's vague sense of caution was further
fueled as she looked out over the tombs and monuments of a graveyard.
They wound around a circular driveway and stopped in front of the
huge castle and the driver got out to unload the baggage. They looked
puzzled when nobody came out to greet them.
"Where are you going?" Sue asked the driver as he got back into
the car.
"Someone will be out presently, Miss," he said. "I talked to her
on the phone at the gate." With that, he sped away leaving them
alone. One of the tall oak doors creaked open and an inspiring figure
of a woman emerged. She was blonde, very pretty and as big as a girl
could be and still remain feminine. As she moved toward them with
outstretched hands, Sue fought an instinct to hide her eyes. The woman
was wearing a pair of white shorts, a pair of sandals and absolutely
nothing else.
"Welcome to Castle Thorne!" she said, taking Terry's hand. Terry
was mesmerized by the woman's bare globular breasts and almost forgot to
return the greeting.
"Thank you," she said demurely.
"You too, Miss Hart. My name is Helga. I do the cooking around
here, along with various other services to the Mistress. We're happy to
have you here, girls, and I must say that your pictures really did not
do you justice. You're both stunning."
"Thank you, Helga, you're very kind," said Sue. This woman's
demeanor was endearing and her ear-to-ear smile seemed to radiate
sunshine. She was nearly a full head taller than either of them and
they were amazed when she hoisted all four suitcases at the same time.
She caught Terry glancing at her breasts again and smiled at her
pleasantly.
"I like to wear as little as possible," Helga said by way of
explanation. "It's good for the body and I like to be good to my
body. That's one reason I took this position. The weather's pleasant
and we're very isolated here."
"Sounds absolutely delightful to me!" Terry chirped as the trio
ascended the steps leading to the door. Helga encouraged her.
"Feel free, Miss McArdle. It feels wonderful!" she said.
Terry quickly removed her white satin blouse and bra and then
draped her long blonde tresses modestly over her breasts. Helga set
down the luggage in the foyer and introduced the new arrivals to Yvette
who was coming down the grand staircase carrying a silver tea set. She
was much smaller than the cook and just as beautiful, though in a more
petite, delicate way. Her hair was short and black, and her figure was
as slim as those fashion models whose legs look like those of
children. She was more dressed than the cook, though her maid's uniform
was skimpy and quite flashy.
"Bon jour," she said pleasantly, setting the tea service down on a
sideboard. They exchanged a few amenities as Terry and Sue tried to
drink in the breathtaking level of luxury. This room was larger than
their entire flat and it was only the foyer.
"Perhaps our newest staff members would like to see some of the
more interesting rooms while I put their luggage in the bedroom.
Yvette, why don't you take them to one of the dungeons," Helga ordered,
taking Terry's blouse and bra for her.
"Oui, Madame Helga. This way Mademoiselles," Yvette replied.
Terry grabbed her friend's arm.
"Isn't this exciting, Sue?" Sue didn't answer and Terry wouldn't
have heard her in any case. The authenticity of the stone corridors was
impressive as they made their way by torchlight down into the delves of
the castle.
"Voila!" Yvette exclaimed in her charming Gaelic accent when the
reached the first dungeon. Terry bounded in like a kid in a candy store
and fluttered from one punishment device to another in quick
succession. Sue smoothed her skirt down over her hips and likewise
perused over the place though somewhat more thoughtfully. Terry held up
a pair of steel manacles and sprouted an impish grin.
"May I try them on, Yvette?" she asked.
"But of course, Mademoiselle," replied the maid, and then clamped
the lovely blonde schoolgirl's wrists behind her back. Terry almost
shuddered at the feel of cold steel on her bare skin. Immediately she
felt terribly vulnerable and curiously erotic. Her naked breasts were
forced out from behind her hair by the position of her arms and they
were totally without protection.
"Help!" she cried in mock despair, "save me from the Black
Prince!" She was playing, true enough, but her nipples had grown
rigid. Sue started to go along.
"Yeah, Duchess," she quipped, "I'm afraid handsome white knights
are like cops. When you really need one, where the hell are they?"
They both laughed as Yvette came toward Terry with another metal
contraption. She explained that the Black Prince cared little to hear
the cries of captive young girls while he ate, so such problems would
have to be solved with the brank. Then the maid asked if she would like
to try it on as well.
"Oh please, Yvette!" she replied, even after Sue shot her a
disapproving glance, "I'd simply love to!" The device was made of very
thin steel straps, the widest of which circled the mouth and was
adjustable at the back of the head. The young blonds closed her eyes as
Yvette closed the thing around her head and locked the steel collar
around her neck with a small padlock.
"This will keep you spirit in tow, Mademoiselle Terry," Yvette
said as she worked with the brank.
"Oh Sue," Terry bubbled, "it feels so excimmmmmffff!"
"And this," Yvette continued as she adjusted the steel gag strap
and the chin bar firmly against Terry's mouth, "will keep you silent."
"MMMFFF!" Terry tried to shout. Her eyes were dancing with
merriment, not fear, so Sue made no protest yet. But she felt the
situation growing awkward when Yvette produced another steel brank and
came toward her.
"Mademoiselle Sue?" she asked in her sweet, pixie voice.
"Maybe later," Sue replied.
"MAYBE NOW!" Helga's commanding voice came from behind Sue as a
pair of strong hands grasped her wrists and pulled them up behind her
back to her shoulders. She had no time to protest. A short, girlish
grunt was all she could get out before the cage was fixed firmly to her
head and her lips pressed tightly against her teeth by the steel
gag strap.
She struggled only for a moment before relaxing in Helga's
obviously superior grip. A nod from the buxom cook and Yvette unzipped
Sue's dress and pulled it down over her hips. A minute later and all of
her clothes, save her high heels, were piled at her feet, and her wrists
were being manacled together above her naked buttocks.
"MMMFFF!" Terry tried again to make noise, but to no avail. This
time, she was serious. Soon her slacks and panties were removed and she
too stood naked but for her footwear and steel. She could not
understand the calm resignation in Sue's eyes since she herself was
beginning to get concerned. But Sue had been expecting something
unusual for the money they were getting and this seemed to be it. Helga
faced the girls and began to speak as the maid brought more steel
bondage equipment over.
"Ladies, I trust you'll get used to this since it will be your lot
for quite some time. The Mistress will explain more about your
situations this evening, but for now, you must trust me." Yvette was
placing chastity belts on them which were made of steel and shaped like
hearts in front. They also featured cold steel straps running up
between their buttocks in the rear. They grunted as the devices were
locked impossibly tight around their waists.
"It is imperative," Helga continued, "that you know how it feels to
be kidnapped, To be enslaved. To be in bondage. I'll leave you to
gather your thoughts for a few hours, ladies. You shan't be
disturbed. Come, Yvette."
The petite maid finished locking still more steel equipment on
their ankles and then left with Helga. By now, Terry realized that it
was useless to try to speak, but she searched Sue's eyes in vain for
some sign of the fear she was experiencing. Sue simply smiled back at
her reassuringly with her eyes and then closed them in a serious attempt
to relax. Terry was still confused, but if Sue wasn't afraid, then she
would follow her friend's cue. After all, she had looked to Sue for the
answers all through high school and Sue had always come through.
The sea breeze floated in through the barred window and brought the
warming afternoon sun with it. With her eyes still closed, Sue
stretched and contorted herself to release any kinks and then settled in
for the duration. Her beautiful blonde friend, who always had found her
attractive, now sensed an exotic, erotic feeling in staring at her
lush, nude body with all the metal binding it and making it vulnerable.
"Sue," she thought, "you look absolutely delicious tonight in that
outfit."
PART III
Yvette was gentle with the girls as she prodded them through another
torch lit tunnel later on that evening, yet the trip was difficult. The
chains and other metal articles binding them were not particularly heavy,
but trying to walk on rough stone floors in high heels with their
extremities chained up proved to be an arduous task. The wicked clanging
of their bonds combined with the vulnerability of their nakedness produced
a twinge of fear in Terry and Sue that was both exhilarating and erotic at
the same time.
And they were tired, so terribly tired. The chains that had bound
their necks to the dungeon walls had allowed freedom of movement, but that
did not include laying down. They had been captives for more than five
hours and, by then, just walking unfettered would have been exhaustive.
Yvette had to help them up the steps to the chamber where they would meet
their Mistress.
Like the foyer, this chamber was lavishly furnished and huge. When
Yvette left them, the girls just stood still and looked at the stone
carvings and the tapestry work.
"CRACK!" They darted their gaze toward the blazing fireplace at the
far end of the chamber where they perceived a lady sitting in a queen anne
chair facing away from them. They could see only the back of her head and
part of a booted leg, but it was apparent that she was incredibly tall.
When she rose and began walking toward them, both Terry and Sue immediately
decided that this was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.
She was even slightly taller than Helga though not quite so busty or
brawny. Her elegantly coiffures blonde hair shimmered with a ghostly
silver flame about her face. Her features were Celtic fresh and her smile
was lovely, though measured. Her eyes were absolutely riveting. They
seemed less like eyes than like blank windows, out of which peered a lost
little girl.
Her lithe, womanly figure could have not been better sculpted by
Michelangelo and she used it well as she undulated toward them. Her
stunning costume of black leotards, thigh length boots & leather gloves
impressed the wide-eyed girls. She stopped in the middle of the room and
slapped her riding crop against her boot with another sharp crack.
Terry & Sue were jerked out of their stupor and Terry, who was still
terribly confused, stepped in front of Sue and glared defiantly at their
hostess. With her feet planted firmly on the floor and her breasts thrust
forward, the young blonde captive presented quite a spectacle herself. The
Mistress rested her riding crop in her free hand and gave the spunky slave
an appreciative glance.
"MMMMMM" she said in a low, velvet purr which was soft as a butterfly.
"You are Theresa McArdle." The Mistress was suitably impressed. Sue moved
forward to stand beside her friend. "And you must be Susan Hart." Her
voice was so soft that they could hardly hear her. They nodded toward
their hostess in unison.
"I am Lady Miranda Thorne. You may think of me as the owner of this
castle and your employer, but soon you will come to know me as your
Mistress. I shall treat you carefully and lovingly for the next few
months, but I shall indeed have control over your existence. I shall
dominate your movements, your training, your comfort levels--yes,
eventually even your thoughts." Terry and Sue looked at each other and
then back at their Mistress as she continued her barely audible
presentation.
"Part of the tourist attraction here is the legend of two Arabian
princesses who were held captive for ransom in this castle some eight
centuries ago. As tour guides, Susan and Theresa, you will play the part of
those princesses. You will lead the tours in bondage wearing several
different costumes which I have already had made to your measurements. For
some special tours, you may even be nude as you are now. I also plan to
have some exclusive showings of the bondage devices and torture equipment
downstairs in the dungeons. You ladies will be involved in those as well."
Again, the girls glanced at one another to gauge their mutual
reactions, but they had not yet learned to communicate with their eyes.
Lady Miranda tilted her head and gave out a hearty laugh which sounded like
it came from the next room.
"That won't be for a few weeks, girls, and besides; I shan't force you
to do any of these things. You'll be put through a rigorous training
schedule for a few days and then, when I'm absolutely confident that you
two are right for my purposes, you'll be given an opportunity to leave.
What could be more fair?"
"Before and after that time, you will be my captive princesses--
subject to my every whim. I shall not compromise you in any way, but I
shall push you to the limits of endurance." Lady Miranda tugged on a bell
rope hanging from the wall and continued. "I do think we're to have a
grand association, Susan and Theresa. I can see that even though you are
frightened, the concept of slavery to me is not altogether unwelcome. I
watched your nipples grow rigid as I spoke."
Terry & Sue glanced down at their breasts and saw that she was right.
Yvette arrived then and the Mistress told her to see to the girl's bodily
needs and then put them up for the night. They were relieved to hear that
they would soon be permitted to rest, but their hearts sank when, some
thirty minutes later, they saw their accommodations for the evening.
"My god, you've got to be kidding!" Sue thought when she spied the two
steel cages suspended by chains from the ceiling. Yvette made her kneel
and attached her collar to her ankles while she stripped Terry of her
encumbrances. All EXCEPT the brank. The maid then undid some locks on
the evil thing and the back of the cage fell away to the side.
"Mademoiselle will step up into the cage now, s'il vous plait." she
said. Her small, childlike hands grabbed Terry's arms and helped her step
up on the minuscule platform, no wider than her feet, which was the bottom
of the cage. Then she stood on a stool and, clasping Terry by the head,
manipulated it until some strategically placed little fittings on her brank
slid firmly into slots located in the top of the cage. Terry felt a sharp
click and a slight pain in her head as the brank was locked tightly into
the top of the cage.
"MMMFFF!" she wined and her eyes widened when she realized that her
head had literally become part of the cage.
"Mademoiselle Terry will kindly place her hands on her derriere, palms
outward." Yvette commanded. Terry felt the maid's hands pushing her
farther into the cage until her breasts protruded through the steel straps
in front. Soon she heard the hinges swing and felt the cool steel bands
encircling and encasing every inch of her naked flesh. Yvette pulled the
cage together and tightened until Terry's hips and thighs felt as though
they were in a vise. Then there was another sharp click and Yvette busied
herself adjusting the metal straps to conform all around Terry's body. A
pull here and a shove there, and the poor schoolgirl was completely
immobile. She could move nothing on her entire body save her eyes and her
fingertips.
"Voila!" exclaimed Yvette merrily and spun the victim around in her
cage. Terry caught sight of the maid's sardonic smile with each revolution
and the reality of her situation hit home. She was no longer a person but
a thing; and ornament; a new toy for Lady Miranda. The cage finally
stopped spinning and, by stretching her eyes as far left as possible, she
was able to watch as the same fate was meted out to Sue. When both Terry
and Sue were permanently ensconced in their cages, Yvette bid them farewell
and left them alone.
They could barely see each other out of the corners of their eyes.
Only the occasional creaking of the chains reminded them that they were
still together. Within and hour, every bone in their bodies ached and they
had grown numb in two. Impossible as it may have seemed to them at first,
sheer exhaustion allowed the poor, tortured captives to fall into merciful
slumber.
In the morning, Terry and Sue were immediately reminded that they were
nothing but inanimate playthings. They were awakened by the sound of Yvette
tidying up the chamber. Presently, she took a feather duster and whisked it all
over their nude, imprisoned bodies. She moved up close behind Terry and, as
she fluttered the duster playfully around her breasts, her fingers pinched the
poor girl cruelly on the bottom. She laughed out loud as poor Terry tried to
whine in pain through the gag strap.
Their morning ablutions completed, Terry & Sue were taken to the
scullery in chains and fed. This brought a most welcome respite from the
hideous steel branks that had tortured their heads and mouths since the moment
they had arrived. Helga appeared presently with a plate for each of them
looking like a magnificent Nordic goddess. Her sexy, muscular physique was
completely naked and her lovely blonde hair was arranged coquettishly on top
of her head.
"Good morning, ladies," she said. "I trust you caught a few hours
sleep." Terry moved her head as if to speak, but Helga cut off her words.
"No Miss McArdle, you are not permitted to speak. Your brank was removed to
allow for your meal, but you are to remain silent for now."
The mealtime passed all too quickly for the captives and they were
immediately locked up in their branks again when it was over. Then their
wrists were re-manacled behind their backs and attached by very short chains
to their metal collars. Yvette came down the stairs to eat and the girls
glanced at her as they were led away.
They entered a large chamber which was bare of furnishings save for two
steel monstrosities which appeared to be grotesque hobby horses. Helga
explained that they were `training' mounts and prodded Sue toward one of them.
In one shocking move, Helga scooped the young brunette up in her arms and
placed her on one of the steel saddles with a flair.
"MMMMFFFF!" Sue whimpered when she felt the cold steel against her bare
buttocks. Terry watched with growing admiration as the blonde amazon clamped
Sue's ankles into ankle cuffs fixed to the base of the horse. When it was her
turn, she almost welcomed Helga's arms around her. When both of the girls
were in place on their steeds, Helga locked large metal rings around their
waists and chained them to the horses for further stability.
"I hope you enjoyed breakfast, girls, and that you ate well. You are to
remain here until dinnertime." Helga's words went straight through their
hearts. They were expecting some sort of discomfort as part of their
training; but all day? "Come now, Miss Hart," Helga went on, " you needn't
look so desolate. Young squires no more than twelve years old sat on these
very steeds all day long for weeks at a time to encourage a sense of balance
and poise while mounted in battle. And they had to hold shields and weapons
as well." Then she added, "Of course, their wrists weren't chained to their
necks."
She blew a kiss at the girls and then moved toward the door. Both Terry
and Sue had to admire their jailer's body as her buttocks shifted sensuously
to and fro. The door closed and the poor captives were alone again to ponder
and endure their slavery. The hours ticked by slowly and painfully--first
one, then two, and then who knows how many?
Terry was the first to grow weary and began to fall over. Pain shot down
her imprisoned ankle and her chains rattled sharply as she straightened up in
the saddle. She looked over to Sue and noticed that her friend was shedding a
tear. As the hours dragged on, they warned each other with a shrill whine, or
by rattling their chains, when one or the other began to fall over. And when
at last they were taken down from the horses, fed and chained up in the
dungeon as they had been the previous day, they realized that they had made it
through the ordeal by stamina, cooperation and genuine friendship.
Even chained up tight as a drum, they were able to maneuver their bonds
and their bodies to a position which allowed them to sit next to each other.
Terry rested her head on Sue's shoulder and they enjoyed a few hours sleep.
Around ten o'clock, Yvette led them from the dungeon to the room with the
hanging cages and their sighs of disappointment almost drowned out the sound
of approaching rain.
This time, however, they relaxed their naked bodies against the bars of
the cage and worked themselves into something that approached comfort. When
Yvette came in at midnight to build up a fire against the dropping
temperature, they were both sound asleep.
PART IV
"Oh, how lovely!" Sue thought as she and Terry were led outside after
breakfast the next morning. They had not seen daylight for two days and the
morning air tasted sweet in their nostrils. Helga was her usual cheerful
self, dressed in nothing more than an apron as she pranced in front of her
captives. When she stopped the procession and removed all the chains and
other steel bindings from the girls bodies, they nearly leapt for joy. Terry
smiled gratefully at the cook as she rubbed the slight red indentations from
her limbs.
"Do not hold too dearly to your comfort, girls, your training is far
from complete," she said. "Please move on ahead of me." The naked
schoolgirls made their way into a clearing and saw two poles imbedded in the
lawn near the beehives. They each had crossbeams at the top and looked like
two huge parrot perches. Terry and Sue realized at once that these two
wooden gibbets were for them.
Again they were lifted off the ground by the impressive Helga and tied
to the crosses with many lengths of rope. All of their weight rested on
their shoulders and the ropes cut viciously into their flesh. It was
strenuous and very painful, but there was one bright spot. They were gagged
with lengths of cloth pulled tightly between their teeth and not with the
horrible branks.
Again, it was a punishment they would have to endure all day, but they
had learned to pace themselves. They settled into their lot with a few
bodily manipulations and then closed their eyes. Helga stared approvingly at
Sue who was the first to stop squirming. The contours of her breasts
protruded defiantly out from her chest to reach the sun.
"How lovely," Helga mused under her breath and went back inside the
castle to continue her work. She emerged again later on in the afternoon to
check on her lonely slaves and to add some spice to their training. Both
Terry and Sue had their eyes closed against the midday sun and were breathing
heavily through their nostrils. Their firm, smooth bodies glistened in the
sun and they looked like brilliant gemstones in sensuous display. Helga
moved up to Terry who was whimpering faintly through her gag with each
breath. She pinched the sexy blonde on the thigh to arouse her and then
produced what was clearly a jar of honey.
The poor schoolgirl quickly flashed to the significance of the nearby
beehives and tried to scream through the cloth which was stuffed into her
mouth. Her screams were muffled but clear enough to rouse Sue, who twisted
her head painfully to see what was going on.
Helga dipped a brush into the honey and began smearing the rich, gooey
substance all over Terry's heaving bosoms. She lingered over the nipples and
kept glancing up at her eyes as she covered both breasts completely. Then
she brushed copious amounts of honey on the young girl's rib cage, tummy and
then slapped each hip with the brush.
Terry's eyes darted over to the beehives as Helga kissed her on the
buttock and moved over to Sue. She covered the brunette's chest quickly with
honey and, to Sue's curiosity, added a generous extra dab to her left nipple.
"Goodness," Helga said with a sunshine smile, "that's too much." With
that, she stood on tiptoes and brought her lips up to the schoolgirl's
dripping breast. She gently clamped her soft smile over the slave's nipple
and sucked the excess honey into her mouth with a slow, undulating movement.
Then she let go of the nipple with a wet popping sound and winked at her.
Sue might have pondered this curious attention had she not been
listening to Terry's futile attempts at screaming. They each then watched
frightfully as the swarming bees sallied further and further from their hives
with each circle. Terry's whimpering grew more frenzied as the insects drew
nearer to their naked vulnerability. Soon the bees were circling all around
both of the girls who had shut their eyes as tightly as they could. Many
minutes passed as they waited for the sharp singers to pierce their skin, but
none came. Sue opened one eye and saw that the bees were all around, but none
were landing on their honey smeared bodies. And Helga was enjoying uproarious
laughter off to the side.
"I mixed insect repellent with the honey, darlings," Helga laughed. The
honey brings them here, and the repellent keeps them from landing." Both
girls sighed with relief. It was a cruel joke, but one that prepared them for
anything.
That evening, as Yvette was stuffing them into their cages, they
resolved individually to see the program through. They realized that all the
people at Castle Thorne were true to their word, if a trifle strange. And, in
a way, the firm yet loving way of their captivity was somewhat satisfying in
an erotic sense.
The next day, the final one of their training, Terry & Sue were
expecting the very worst--and did not get it. They were outside again and the
only metal on them was the collars around their necks. Helga had them chained
by the neck to two wooden stakes placed side by side in the garden. Their
lush, nude bodies were secured to the stakes with several lengths of rope and
their wrists had been lashed behind their backs. Their gags were again made
of cloth as opposed to metal.
Helga tested the ropes running above and below Terry's lovely round
breasts and stepped back to view the tableau. She told them that even though
the bondage was less strenuous, it would be long. They were to remain bound
and naked in the garden until midnight without food or water. And there was
something else.
"Look at the maze, Miss McArdle and Miss Hart," she directed. Their
attention focused on a meticulously clipped cluster of hedges some eight feet
high. "It seems to go on forever, and legend has it that several people who
have entered it have never returned. Supposedly, there's a hideous deformed
person who lives nearby and hides in the hedges waiting for unsuspecting
wanderers."
Helga hooked a fingertip into Terry's gag and brushed lightly against
her upper lip. "Of course, we don't believe such garbage do we?" Terry's
eyes were wide. Sue's eyes laughed above the gag. No, she certainly did not.
Helga left them and they again settled in for the duration. Sue closed
her eyes and rested her head back against the wooden stake. Terry spent a
little time drinking in her friend's beautiful breasts and hips. She longed
to kiss them and touch them--to possess this girl who had been her best friend
all through their teenage years.
Suddenly, there was a rustling from the hedges. Terry's eyes swung
around and her heart slowed and skipped a beat. Another movement of the
hedges and her back tingled. She struggled against her bonds and made some
noise to rouse Sue who merely opened her eyes.
The rustling of the hedges moved closer and closer, until whoever was
making the noise was almost at the mouth of the maze. Poor Terry's breathing
had doubled and her eyes were as wide as saucers. She just could not believe
Sue's aplomb. She shut her eyes and bit down hard on her gag just as the
figure appeared before her. And what a figure it was!
She was tall, with the smoothest, shiniest, blackest long hair the girls
had ever seen. She was a beautiful Asian girl, about thirty years old, with
full breasts and very large voluptuous hips and buttocks. On someone else,
her large round buttocks might have been too big. On her, they were
majestically sensuous. They could tell so much about her figure as it
approached them because she seemed to have the same disdain for clothing as
Helga. And as everyone else in the castle, for that matter.
"My name is Niko," she said. "I do the gardening here. Did I make
enough noise to scare you?" Sue and Terry smiled with their eyes at each
other and looked back at the gardener. It was hard to buy her as the
gardener, yet it seemed to fit the pattern. This place was full of beautiful
women. Niko chatted to them for awhile and apologized for not removing their
gags. "Helga told me about you girls, but she didn't say you were so
beautiful.." Their eyes brightened. "It's been nice talking to you, Miss
Hart, Miss McArdle. I have more work to do now. It'll be wonderful having
you here, believe me."
The lovely oriental turned on her heel and moved her generous buttocks
back and forth as she moved back in the maze again. Terry and Sue settled
back in again as comfortably as possible. They still had fifteen hours in
front of them.
PART V
After Terry and Sue had finished their midnight supper and were
bathed, Yvette clamped wide rings around their waists and chained their
wrists to them in back. Chains and collars were added to their necks and
then they were gagged with handkerchiefs pulled into their mouths. They
were led upstairs to the most elegantly furnished chamber the girls had
yet seen. At the maid's direction, they crawled onto a high, king size
bed. Then they were left alone to wait for their Mistress.
"Magnificent!" whispered Lady Miranda as she moved out of the
shadows in the corner of the room. "Simply magnificent!" She was again
dressed in her fetching black leotard. Terry got up on her knees as her
Mistress walked around the bed to address them. "I understand from my
servants that both of you have come through the training program much
better than anyone could have expected." Her understated smile and
overstated compliments made their hearts soar. She told them that she
could not have hoped for two more perfect tour guides.
"And now Theresa, Susan, I'll have your decisions," she said. "I
assure you that you'll have to endure nothing more arduous than you have
already done. Additionally, I'll add another 5,000 pounds to your
accounts when you leave, if you'll stay the summer." She allowed them a
moment they did not need for the extra enticement sink in. Their chains
rattled as they nodded their heads energetically in unison.
"That's marvelous," Lady Miranda replied softly to their silent
affirmations. "I'm delighted you've decided to stay. Tomorrow night
there will be a gathering of my most influential friends and business
associates. They book the very special tours that go through Castle
Thorne and I simply can't wait till they feast their eyes on you two."
Sue & Terry glanced down at their nakedness. "Oh, you'll be dressed for
the occasion, albeit in the sexiest evening gowns I could imagine. But,
I do hope you've lost any inhibitions you might have had about your
bodies."
Lady Miranda then sat down between them. "And now, girls, I'll tell
you a bedtime story. You will learn the most minute details of the
history of this castle before the season begins, but this will give you
something to think about in the meantime. My ancestor, Sir Jeffrey
Thorne and his wife, Lady Anne, were nobles of the Norman race. They
built this castle in the twelfth century inside the confines of an
ancient Roman fortification. The Romans were part of the armies of
Hadrian, which had arrived a millennium before at the zenith of the
empire.
Sir Jeffrey left Britain with The Order of St. John of Jerusalem to
accompany King Richard on his third crusade to the holy land. They
arrived at their destination in 1191; just in time to participate with
King Phillip of France in the siege of the city of Acre. The repelled
Saladin's relief army and mounted many assaults against the walls of the
fortress until Acre finally fell to the aggressors on 3 July 1191. Sir
Jeffrey, along with the other nobles, proceeded to gather up the spoils
of war.
One day, he came upon an auction at which the many wives and
concubines of the defeated sultans were being sold as slaves. Of
particular note were two young girls who displayed almost regal bearing
and poise than the other slaves. They were naked save for a minuscule
undergarment which barely concealed their virgin pussies and for a few
ornamental trinkets. Their wrists were bound behind them and an uncouth
slaver was dragging them roughly up to the auction block by chains around
their necks.
Sir Jeffrey was tantalized by their nubile young bodies and incensed
at the harsh treatment they were receiving. Without hesitation, he leapt
upon the auction block and dealt the slaver a crushing blow to the face
with his massive fist. The slaver's nose spouted blood all over his
beard as he slumped unconsciously to the wooden platform. Then Sir
Jeffrey dropped a leather pouch full of coins at the slaver's feet and
led the two dark-haired, doe-eyed beauties to his carriage.
As the carriage sped toward the sea, Sir Jeffrey learned that their
names were Ferra and Jasmine, and that they were both eighteen years old,
and that they had been hostages to the slain sultan for the past two
years. "We are the daughters of the Caliph of Baghdad. We were abducted
from a caravan by the evil Sultan and held for ransom." Ferra spoke in a
thick but enchanting Arabic accent.
"But how can you be sisters and still be the same age?" asked Sir
Jeffrey. "Your beauty is unquestionable, but you do not favor your
sister."
"My Lord," Ferra replied, "We have another sister and two brothers
also born the same year. My father has more wives than he can count in a
single breath."
The carriage arrived at the dock and Sir Jeffrey's newest
acquisitions were placed in the hands of Captain Tremayne, his seagoing
partner in adventure. He was a tall, robust, muscular man with a patch
covering one eye, a souvenir of past adventures. Sir Jeffrey told him to
set sail at the next tide and reminded him, as agreed, he should deliver
4/5's of all the treasure he had collected in the holy land to his wife
in Britain. Then he could keep the rest for himself.
"And the wenches, Thorne," asked the captain, "what about them?"
"They are mine, not to be shared in any way. Deliver them to the
Lady Anne and inform her that they are being held for ransom from the
Caliph of Baghdad."
"I'll take good care of them, Thorne," said Tremayne through a smile
that sent a chill to the girl's very souls. Sir Jeffrey grabbed his arm.
"You'll answer to my spear if you hear them or use them harshly. Do
you understand?" The captain nodded his head and wrenched his arm from
Sir Jeffrey's grip. With that, the crusading knight went away in his
carriage to continue his adventures. As soon as the carriage was out of
sight, Tremayne stripped the princesses of what little clothing they had
and tossed their trinkets and jewelry to the crewmen on the boat. Then
he trussed up their nude bodies tightly with many lengths of rope and
gagged them effectively with huge wads of knotted cloth. Finally, he
dragged the poor maidens up to the bow of the boat and lashed them to the
mast in a sitting position.
"He told us not to harm them or use them," Tremayne said mockingly
to his crew, "but he didn't say we couldn't look at them." Ferra and
Jasmine hung their heads and sobbed violently as the crew stood around
them and leered at them, their chins dripping with lust. The ship set
sail for Britain shortly thereafter.
Lady Anne was no more generous to the stolen princesses than Trmayne
when they reached Castle Thorne. One look at their supple hips and their
firm globular breasts and she knew that this tale of ransom must be the
purest lie. She kept them chained and gagged in the dungeon at all times
and mistreated them cruelly whenever it pleased her to do so. She
tortured them with various punishment devices and kept them from sleep
for days at a time. They were fed from the bowls of animals and even
then only when the animals had eaten their fill. Within a few months,
they perished from Lady Anne's vicious maltreatment.
Sir Jeffrey was told, when he returned the following year, that they
had died of the plague. The news broke his heart, for he had truly
fallen in love with them, or at least their memory, and had longed for
them and dreamed of them through his travels. Lady Anne laughed
inwardly, as outwardly she at least bereaved the loss of the hostages and
the ransom they would have brought.
"Legend has it that Sir Jeffrey still roams the castle at night;
searching for his lost Arabian princesses. We don't, of course, believe
in ghosts, do we girls?" asked Lady Miranda. Terry and Sue shook their
heads dutifully. "But we do believe in money. That's where you two come
into the picture. As tour guides, and as demonstrators of the bondage
equipment, you will play the parts of the princesses. You will be Ferra
and Jasmine for whom Sir Jeffrey pines away."
Having ended her story, Lady Miranda did a very surprising thing.
She released Terry and Sue from all their bindings and gags and bid them
to lay down on the bed. She said that they had earned a good rest and
that nobody would disturb them since they needed to be fresh and cheerful
for the party the following evening.
They climbed under the covers quickly, and once Lady Miranda left,
they talked at length. They had kept silent for almost three days
straight.
"Sue, I'm so glad you're here with me. I was so scared when Niko
came out of the maze."
"They're not going to harm us, Duchess," said Sue. "And though
money doesn't mean much to you, ten thousand pounds is more money than
I've ever had at one time in my life. We can pay for the damned car
without bothering your father and go home with a nest egg." Sue began to
yawn as the tremendous strain of the past few days caught up with her.
They continued talking until sheer exhaustion overcame them and they
drifted off to sleep. It was just as well, for Terry might not have been
able to resist Sue's naked body had she an ounce of strength left. They
slept deeply and comfortably and Lady Miranda was true to her word. They
were not disturbed.
They woke some time in the middle of the following afternoon and
were fed in the room. Terry was sitting naked at the vanity when Yvette
came to take the trays and she asked the maid to tell the cook that the
meal was delicious.
"Why thank you Miss McArdle!" said Helga cheerfully as she entered
the room. Her lovely smile was always captivating and Terry was pleased
to see her. She was wearing a fetching blue leotard and Terry remarked
to herself that it was the first time she had seen her with her breasts
covered. She had brought their evening clothes and set them on the bed
as Sue emerged from the bathroom drying herself with a towel. Sue
mentioned that they had found most of their things, but had not seen
anything of the clothes they had brought with them.
"Well, Miss Hart, I'm afraid we've stored them elsewhere in the
castle," Helga replied. "The Mistress will dictate your wardrobe for the
time you both are here." Sue raised her eyebrows. "It's all part of the
atmosphere. You and Miss McArdle, though well-paid, are truly in slavery
here."
By this time, Terry was holding an ice-blue evening gown against her
body and gushing with excitement. Sue inspected some of the lingerie
Helga had brought and both girls glanced up as Yvette reentered with two
very long tubes made of black leather and sporting several straps and
pieces of rawhide lacing.
The girls demurred and dutifully allowed Helga and Yvette to lace
their arms tightly behind them in the shiny leather single gloves. Then,
they were "dressed" in stockings, cut little ribbon garters and high
heels. Finally, after applying make-up to their faces and fixing their
hair, the maid and the cook led them down to a comfortably furnished
sitting room. Once they were seated, Sue was bound at the ankles and
knees and a ball gag was forced into her mouth.
Yvette produced a bottle of fine champagne and proffered it to Terry
who glanced at her brunette friend. Yvette said she would also have some
wine once Terry had drunk her fill. They were to share this rare,
vintage in celebration of their coming debut. Once Terry had drained the
glass, Yvette poured another for her and put it to her lips. After the
third glass, Yvette bound her legs and gagged her as well.
As Yvette moved toward Sue, Helga's voice called from down the hall
and the maid left the room. Sue sighed rather impatiently and began
looking around the room. Terry, however, was sinking into fantasy as the
champagne and her own suppressed desires grabbed hold of her. Her eyes
roamed and inspected Sue's nude, fettered body and cursed herself for not
having taken advantage of it the night before. All through their high
school years, she had longed to kiss her friend meaningfully, right on
the lips, but had feared rejection.
At that moment, Terry wanted to ravage Sue's body and to hell with
rejection. She would cut through the protestations by binding the lovely
brunette's arms tightly with rope and gagging her with tape and cloth and
whatever else was necessary to keep her from saying no. Her hands
tingled inside the glove. They longed to fondle Sue's hips. Terry
closed her eyes and imagined herself devouring Sue's trussed up body with
every fibre of her being. Her lips gently creased Sue's nipples and her
tongue lolled around her areola. She could even smell the woman-scented
warmth emanating from her girlfriend's breasts. She was planting kisses
all over the brunette's chest and ribcage and was moving down between her
sensuous hips when the spell was abruptly shattered.
"Your turn, Mademoiselle Sue!" Yvette's sweet, metallic voice rang
through the air as she returned to the room. She popped the ball-gag out
of Sue's mouth and then to Terry's delight, Sue pursued her lips across
as her as if she was blowing a kiss. When Sue had finished her third
glass, she and Terry were again admonished to deport themselves in a
provocative manner at the party. Then Yvette removed took them back to
their room, removed their bonds and helped them dress for the evening.
PART VI
For the first time since her arrival at Castle Thorne, Sue was
frightened. Maybe it was the blindfold--she was not sure. Possibly she was
disconcerted at having been separated from Terry. These thoughts raced
through her mind as she waited for the Mistress to say good-bye to the party
guests. Her torso was bound up and her wrists were lashed to what appeared to
be a ballet bar standing at the side of the grand ballroom. Such had been her
station for the final hour of the party, and she was keenly aware that she was
being punished. Yes, that was the thing that frightened her. She had fallen
into disfavor.
One of the men at the party had made it known that he fully expected her
to share his bed sometime soon and she had replied by pouring her drink into
his pocket. Helga immediately bound her to the ballet bar in full view of all
the guests and gagged her with a ball gag. Sue was accustomed to such
treatment by then and she was even fully clothed. Yet this was different.
People were milling around her and making comments about the more interesting
parts of her body. Every so often she felt a tentative hand slip through the
slit of her dress and slide along the thigh. The worst thing, though, had
been the look in Lady Miranda's eyes before the blindfold was pulled tightly
around her head. This had little to do with fantasy slavery or even erotic
bondage. This was anger. It would mean punishment.
Sue heard a snap of Lady Miranda's fingers and then felt a thin, childish
pair of hands lift her dress up over her waist and pull down her panties and
hose. Terror struck her heart as her bare buttocks were exposed and thrust
out behind her due to her bent-over position. Her legs were forced apart so
her ankles could be tied to the posts of the ballet bar and she imagined how
obscene she must look from behind. The Mistress whispered in her ear that
since it was her first mistake she would only give her five strokes. Then she
kissed her on the cheek. And though the spanking was painful, the worst part
was her inability to move. Or even to scream. Or for that matter to see.
When the ordeal was over, Yvette was told to take the slave down into one of
the less scenic dungeons and make her comfortable for the night.
Terry fared little better after the party. Helga took her into the
dining hall, stripped her down to her stockings and garter belt and made her
lie face-down on one of the tables. She bound the slave's ankles and knees
and then her wrists and elbows behind her. A big rubber ball was stuffed into
her mouth and secured with a wide piece of tape before the cook left to clean
up after the party guests.
The dining hall being next to the grand ballroom. Terry though she might
be able to hear what was going on there, but Lady Miranda's heather soft voice
would not carry that far. But soon, she did hear an unmistakable whistle,
followed be a sharp crack of rawhide against bare skin. Her heart went out to
her friend in the next room and with each successive blow, she grimaced as if
she herself was being struck with the whip. Soon the Mistress was standing in
the doorway, having finished with the disobedient slave, and Terry knew that
it must be her turn.
Lady Miranda had changed out of her formal clothes into an erotically
tight bodysuit made of shiny black lycra. It was cut very low at the bosom
and it outlined every muscle, tendon, curve & crevice of her lovely figure.
Terry was glad to be lying on her belly so that the Mistress would not see her
nipples growing harder as she approached. A long, flexible rod slid out of
the folds of her cape as she slinked over to the table where Terry lay
quivering. She ran a fingertip deftly over the bound schoolgirl's bare
buttock and sighed. "You have the cutest little buns in the world, Theresa,"
she said. "I pray I'll never have to put a mark on them. In the future, I
will punish both for the transgression of either. Is that clear?" Terry
nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek for Sue. Then, as an afterthought,
Lady Miranda bent Terry's legs at the knees and brought her ankles up behind
her thighs. Next she tied the poor girl's ankles to her elbows causing a
painful arching of her back.
"MMMFFF!" came a groan from the slave as the pain in her back
overshadowed the one in her mouth. Lady Miranda made a remark about how Terry
looked good enough to eat and then left. An hour later, Helga came to release
her, but she did not take her to bed. Instead, she dressed her in a white bra
and panty set and led her downstairs to the dungeons. She hoped she would see
Sue, but instead, she was placed in a large ornate throne sitting in the
middle of the corridor. Helga bound her tightly to the chair and then removed
the huge ball from her mouth. Terry spoke quickly as the cook readied a new
gag.
"Sue and I don't want to sleep with the customers." There. She said
it. Helga smiled at the beautiful blonde and brushed away the bangs at her
forehead.
"Dear, sweet child," she cooed, "you won't have to. Sue was punished
for insulting a guest, not for refusing his advances." Helga then gagged her
with a handkerchief and then, placing her palms on Terry's naked thighs,
looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you remember the story of Sir Jeffrey and
the captive princesses?" she asked. Terry nodded meekly. "It is said that he
used to sit in this very throne and dream about his maidens for entire
evenings." Helga was, for the first time, without a smile. "I want you to
think about him. Think about the legend. Feel him with you. Experience his
sorrow." Her smile returned and she kissed the wide-eyed blonde on the
forehead. "You will do that for me, won't you?" Terry nodded and the buxom
blonde cook kissed her daintily on each nipple, sending shivers all over her
breasts.
"That sure is silly!" Terry thought when Helga was gone. Still, Helga
had accomplished her mission. The poor girl could not help but think about
Sir Jeffrey and the legend........time dragged on and she noticed an energy in
the air which seemed to hum like a swarm of bees, though she could not hear
anything. An uneasiness took hold of her heart as she felt stared at. She
smelled a sudden whiff of mustiness, like an attic filled with antiques, and
the frenzied waves of energy grew more intense with every beat of her heart.
Something was going to happen. It was like waiting for a clap of thunder
after seeing the lightning flash.
Suddenly, it became comfortably, lovingly warm. The goose-bumps left
her skin and a gentle, tepid tingle ran in little drops all over her body.
Terry looked down and saw an odd mist beginning to envelop her body from the
ankles to her knees. It was odd because it was solid and because it centered
around her and was nowhere else in the room. It further congealed into creamy
white snakes of vapor and slithered all over her naked torso. The terrified
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