by Van © 2024
		Chapter 4

Brie had callously forced Poor Prudence to inchworm her way up the bed, causing the unfortunate prisoner to punish her own pussy with the tight rope cleaving her crotch and while being egregiously encumbered by her stringent crossed-ankles-box-tie-hogtie!  Brie then seized her prisoner's hair, planted Pru's face in her own crotch, and required her to lick, suck, and tongue her all the way to a shuddering, gasping, crashing orgasm!  Next, the wicked and nefarious villainess flipped Pru over onto her bound arms, rope-cleaved rump, and crossed ankles, straddled her body, leaned to the right bedside table, opened its top drawer, and pulled out a wide roll of Elastoplast tape and a pair of bandage scissors!  Her intent was obvious.

"Brieee," Pru whined (after licking her lips), "nooooo."  The pouting prisoner didn't even try to put up a brave front.

Still smiling, Brie pulled a 6½" length from the roll, snipped it free, then plastered it over Pru's unhappy mouth and smoothed it with her fingers and palms.  She returned the roll and scissors to the drawer.  Next, leaving Pru's upper-body-harness-to-crossed-ankles-hogtie intact, Brie untied and unraveled the crotch-rope elements of Pru's bondage.  She then scooted down the bed, pressed her palms against Pru's upper thighs, leaned close, smiled (evilly), and returned Pru's favor!  That is, she planted her face in Pru's crotch and licked, sucked, and tongued Poor Prudence to a shuddering, shivering, crashing orgasm!  ...eventually. 

It wasn't slapdash, hurried, slam-bang-thank-you-mistress cunnilingus!  Brie drew out the process and played Pru like a naked, bound, tape-gagged, and helpless Stradivarius!  She took her sweet time!  She repeatedly built Poor Prudence to the brink of climax... held her there, trembling on the cusp... then backed off and left her shivering with frustration!  Then, she'd do it again!  And again!

Finally... inevitably... all exquisite erotic "torture" sessions come to an end... or in this case, cum to a climax!

Her eyes closed, breasts heaving, and panting through her flaring nostrils, Poor Prudence lay perfectly limp.  Brie smiled, licked her lips, then set about the task of untying the hogtie elements of Pru's bonds.  Pru panted in a post-orgasmic malaise as her ankle bonds melted away... and (with Brie's help) was able to straighten her legs.  Pru's knees were very grateful.

Brie turned off the bedside reading lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness, pulled the covers over both of the bodies occupying the bed (bound and unbound), then embraced Pru from the side.

So, now I suppose she expects me to just... go to sleep? Pru silently fumed.  She wasn't panting any longer, but her pussy was still tingling... just a little... with every breath.

Brie gave her prisoner's body a gentle squeeze/hug... then heaved a cute little sigh.  (Even Pru had to admit Brie's sigh was cute.)

Obviously, the thing to do was to wait until Brie drifted off to sleep... however long it took... then slowly, carefully, with infinite feline stealth (despite being box-tie-bound and tape-gagged) ease away from her Sinister Captor, slide out from under the sheets, pad to the locked bedroom door, figure out how to unlock said door with her hands tied behind her back with her arms raised and bound in a "sadistic" box-tie, ease open the door, and scamper away down the hallway in naked, bound, and tape-gagged "freedom."  After that, she'd somehow wiggle out of her bonds, rescue Cat, and with her lover as her action-adventure sidekick, capture Hannah and Brie, then sit back and wait for Lady Paulina, Grace, and Lizzie to return from London.  Piece of cake!

Or... like Brie... she could go to sleep.

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And then it was morning.

Her eyes blinking, her hair a tousled mess, and still half asleep... Pru watched as Brie hustled her from the bed, tied a rope collar around her neck, forced her to sit on the carpeted floor with her ankles crossed in front in a semi-lotus... then turned the pose into an Ebi or shrimp-tie by forcing her to lean forward in a crunch and lashing the collar-rope to her ankles.  Pru wasn't in danger of choking, but the predicament was most unkind... especially this early in the morning.

Next, Poor Prudence watched in sullen resignation as Brie made her bed... changed out of her nightie and into a robe... then, without so much as a gloating glance at her naked, bound, and tape-gagged prisoner, the Wicked Evildoer donned her slippers and left the bedroom!  Of all the nerve!

As soon as she was alone, Pru wiggled and squirmed and struggled against her rope bonds.  There was always a chance Brie was growing complacent and Pru would escape... or not.  All knots were well beyond the reach of her groping fingers and none of the ropes were showing any vulberability to being shifted around into more favorable positions.  Finally... Pru heaved a frustrated, tape-gagged sigh and settled in to wait.

Several minutes of halfhearted, intermittent squirming and groping for unreachable knots later... Brie returned to her bedroom.  It was obvious she'd enjoyed a nice hot shower in the nearest full bathroom.  Her long, brown, gleaming, and freshly brushed hair framed her smiling, freshly scrubbed face in shimmering waves.  She was gorgeous, even without makeup and wearing a frumpy robe.  It was infuriating.

Anyway, Poor Prudence watched sullenly as Brie removed her robe, changed into pretty, very feminine underwear... then a simple business-appropriate dress in Navy-blue.  Finally, after the skillful application of minimal makeup, Brie was ready for her day as Lady Paulina's Castle Tours Manager (and Sadistic Damsel Handler).

And then, it was Pru's turn... but all she got was a trip to the WC to relieve herself... which didn't take very long.  Soon, Pru found herself being led down the corridor on a rope-leash, the end of which was in Brie's hand (of course).  She was naked, box-tied from the waist up with her wrists crossed and lashed against her spine, just below her shoulder blades, and with her lips sealed by the same strip of Elastoplast tape.  No shower for Poor Prudence.  She didn't even get a morning drink of water!  Brie was being a real bitch!

Although they wouldn't have a chance to compare notes over a leisurely cup of tea for quite some time, eventually Pru would learn that Cat's evening experience in Hannah's bedroom had been strikingly similar to her own unspeakable ordeal in the lair of The Evil Brie.  The only significant difference happened when it was time for Cat to leave the bedroom.  Hannah changed Cat's bondage from wrists-together-palm-to-palm to the same "sadistic" box-tie  Brie had crafted for Poor Prudence.  Obviously, Hannah was a supremely competent handler and rigger.  Whether she was as skilled as Brie remained an open question.  Cat had insufficient data to form a reliable opinion.

Anyway... naked, box-tied, tape-gagged, and on the end of collar-tethers, Cat and Pru arrived at what was obviously a small dining room (as opposed to the gigantic banquet hall Cat had no doubt was elsewhere in the castle).  On a side table was a buffet, and smiling maids were coming and going, carefully carrying trays of steaming food to the row of Sterno-warmed chafing dishes.  The comely maids, all in their early twenties, were dressed in traditional black and white domestic uniforms and repeatedly stole "covert" and overtly amused glances at the nude captives.

Hannah and Brie led their charges to a pair of chairs, "forced" them to sit side by side, then lashed their ankles to the chair legs and their collar-ropes to the backs of the chairs, leaving them sitting in very unladylike positions with their knees splayed.  The neck-ropes were tight enough to ensure they would remain seated but loose enough not to cause any discomfort, if they accepted their situations.

Cat and Pru exchanged tape-gagged gazes and rolled their eyes.  Smiling, discretely giggling, sexy young maids?  The captive lovers didn't need such cliché icing on their proverbial bondage cake, but there it was.  Resigned to their fates, the prisoners watched as their dressed-for-business captors went to the buffet and loaded plates with food... then sat at the table, Brie on Pru's left and Hannah on Cat's right.

The plates held generous portions from the usual breakfast fare: scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, bacon, bangers, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, black pudding, etc.  It all looked and smelled delicious.  Hannah and Brie began to eat.

Cat and Pru did not.  They were naked, tied to their chairs, tape-gagged, and therefore had been unable to visit the buffet!  They weren't even afforded cups of tea, which was poured into Hannah and Brie's cups from an elegant, silver, insulated carafe by a cute little maid with ginger hair, freckles, green eyes, and a charmingly girlish smile.

"Thank you, Erin," Hannah said.

"You're welcome, Madam," the maid curtsied.  Obviously, her name was Erin, and carried the carafe back on the buffet table.

"Lady Paulina and her daughters returned from London during the night," Hannah announced, "and should be joining us shortly."

This solicited a truly tragic sigh from Poor Prudence, but Cat was indifferent.  Her eyes were focused on the food disappearing into their handlers' smiling mouths.  Cat was hungry!  She assumed Pru was as well.  Also, the presence of cute, leering, and covertly giggling maids continued being unconscionably cliché.  Granted, the eminent arrival of Lady Paulina was undeniably significant... but they were being denied breakfast!

Lady Paulina Hardy

Just then, a gorgeous, 50-something blonde with a healthy tan and sparkling blue eyes breezed into the dining room.  It was difficult for Cat to be sure of the newcomer's exact age, but in any case, she was gorgeous!  Also, she was dressed for business, like Hannah and Brie, in a black skirt and matching jacket with a plunging décolletage and no underlying blouse... and it was a hideously expensive and custom tailored designer ensemble.  (As a model, Cat knew clothes.)

Hannah and Brie rose from their chairs, swallowed, and dabbed their lips with their napkins.

Cat and Pru, of course, remained in their chairs.

"Good morning, Your Ladyship," Hannah said.  "How went your meetings?"

The blonde (who was obviously the anticipated Lady Paulina) kissed Hannah's dimpled cheek before answering.  "Well enough.  Nothing that immediately impacts the estate.  We'll discuss it later."  Her Ladyship then turned to Brie and kissed her cheek.  "Sabrina," she purred, then focused on Pru.  "Welcome home, Prudence," she gushed, then kissed the naked, chair-bound, and tape-gagged prisoner's forehead.

Pru blinked her brown eyes (and blushed).  "Mrrrf," she responded.  It was probably an attempt to politely acknowledge Lady Paulina's welcome, but as she was tape-gagged it was difficult to be sure.

And then... Cat found herself the center of the smiling aristocrat's attention.

"And you would be Catherine," Lady Paulina purred, then kissed Cat's forehead (like she had with Pru).  "Welcome to Amberdale Castle.  Everyone, please continue eating," she added, then strolled to the buffet table and began loading a plate.

Hannah and Brie settled back into their chairs.  (Being naked, bound, and tape-gagged, Cat and Pru had never stood so they were still in their chairs.)

"Where are the Honorable Brats?" Hannah inquired as she resumed eating.

"Slugabed, I assume," Lady Paulina answered.

"Typical," Brie commented between mouthfuls.

"I'm sure they'll be along before too long," Her Ladyship chuckled.  She nodded at her naked, bound, and gagged guests.  "Not hungry?"

"We'll feed them later," Hannah said.  "Impolite and defiant visitors forfeit the privilege of dining with the family."

Her Ladyship smiled, carried her plate to the place setting at the head of the table, sat, then focused her beautiful, dimpled smile on Pru's blushing, tape-gagged face.  "Your sister informed me of your... breach of etiquette, Prudence.  I am very disappointed and have no choice but to allow your punishment to continue."  She shifted her dimpled smile to Cat,  "And I'm afraid that goes for your friend as well, although I'm sure you were the ringleader."  She sampled the scrambled eggs on her plate, chewed and swallowed, then waved her fork in a graceful manner.  "Your little sister always was a obstreperous youngster, Hannah."

Cat glanced at her fellow prisoner.  Yeah, obstreperous, she thought.  That's my Pru.  Her stomach growled.  The promise that they would eventually be fed was welcome news, but she'd just as soon it happened right now—Rumble!—and clearly her empty tummy agreed.  Also, Lady Paulina was indeed gorgeous, had stunning features, a beautiful alto voice, and carried off the whole Aristocratic Bearing thing with trivial ease.  She was a natural... and gorgeous... in a Viking Queen sort of way.

"I leave the details to you, Hannah," Her Ladyship added, "with Sabrina's assistance, of course, as your duties allow."

Hannah nodded.  "As you wish, My Lady.  We've discussed the matter and plan on employing the alternate parole method, requiring one miscreant to labor in domestic servitude while the other acts as a hostage to her good behavior."

"Then switch the next day," Brie added.  "Then switch the day after that.  Etc., etc., etc."

Cat blinked in alarm.  How many days are we talking about anyway? she wondered.

Hon. Grace Hardy

Hon. "Lizzie" Hardy

Just then two more blondes breezed into the dining room.  One was about Cat and Pru's age and had long hair.  The other was a few years younger, was more petite, and her hair was off the shoulders in a stylishly unruly longish pageboy.  Both were dressed in elegant and casual designer-label dresses.

"Good morning, Mother," the older blonde stated.

"Morning," the youngster said, hiding a yawn with one hand.

They both made a beeline for Her Ladyship and took turns planting kisses on Paulina's cheeks, one on each side.

They then did the same to Hannah and Brie.  "Morning," they chorused.

Her Ladyship, Hannah, and Brie had all continued eating, so when kissed they replied with nods as they chewed.  It was an informal family breakfast (for everyone but the naked, bound, and tape-gagged prisoners).

Next, the blondes continued the greeting ritual by kissing Pru's cheeks (just at the top margin of her tape-gag, of course).

"Morning, Pru!  Welcome home!" the senior blonde said with a beaming smile.

"Yeah!  Welcome home, Prudie," the junior blonde added.  She was also smiling.

"Mrrrf," Pru huffed in response.  Somehow she managed to not roll her eyes in disgruntled betrayal and disgust.

Then, of course, the blondes (who were obviously the aforementioned slugabed "Honorable Brats") focused their beautiful and/or mischievously cute smiles on Cat.

"Welcome to Castle Amberdale," the elder blonde purred.  "I'm Grace."  She then kissed Cat squarely on her tape-gagged lips.

"And I'm Lizzie," the younger blonde stated, then leaned forward and kissed Cat's lips as well.  "Sorry you're being punished."  She then shifted her smile to Pru.  "Not sorry that you're being punished.  I'm sure you deserve it.  You usually do."

Cat wondered whether her tape-covered lips were now imprinted with lipstick transferred by Grace and Lizzie.  Unfortunately a mirror wasn't available and Cat was in no condition to go looking for one.

Brie swallowed, placed her fork on her plate, and addressed Lady Paulina.  "If you place them in my hands, at least for today, I'm willing to expedite the matter.  I know Hannah has things to do."

Her Ladyship smiled and gazed at her naked, chair-bound, and tape-gagged guests, sitting between her Estate Manager and Tours Manager, before answering.  Meanwhile, her daughters had loaded plates at the buffet, carried them to the table, and were settling into chairs on their mother's immediate right and opposite the other four.  Erin, the petite ginger maid with freckles, green eyes, and saucy smile, filled their cups with hot tea... then replenished Her ladyship's cup... then Hannah and Brie's.

"Thank you, Erin," Her Ladyship purred.  "Thank you everyone."  The ginger maid curtsied, as did the handful of other comely female uniformed servants tending the buffet.  Then, they all exited the dining room, leaving the Hardy family, Her Ladyship's senior managers, and her naked, chair-bound, and tape-gagged guests to their privacy.

Cat and Pru gazed at Her Ladyship... after briefly exchanging a worried (and tape-gagged) glance.

Grace and Lizzie watched with great interest, not distracted by the no doubt bracing and delicious tea and excellent food.

Hannah and Brie continued eating, but were as interested in Lady Paulina's decision as her daughters.

Her Ladyship forked some scrambled eggs into her smiling mouth, chewed... swallowed... took a sip of tea... then patted her lips with her napkin before announcing her decision.

"Very well," Lady Paulina decreed, granting Brie's request.

Cat and Pru blinked nervously.

Everyone not naked, chair-bound, and tape-gagged smiled and continued eating.

"Don't forget to feed them," Lady Paulina added, then took a sip of tea.

"Of course, Your Ladyship," Brie purred (smiling evilly).

Cat heaved a sigh and ignored her growling tummy.  Reassurance that she would eventually enjoy breakfast was most welcome, but being relegated to the tender care of The Evil Brie was not.

The rest of the meal (meaning the part that excluded the naked, chair-bound, and tape-gagged guests) continued apace.

The Honorable Brats' shopping trip to London was discussed at length, at least by Grace, Lizzie, and Brie.  Apparently, Grace had scored a truly stunning pair of shoes, as well as a couple of nice dresses, while Lizzie had found "the perfect pair of riding boots!" the kind she'd been desperately seeking "forever!"  Her big sister pointed out that she already owned a very nice pair of riding boots, but Lizzie countered that hand-me-downs don't count, and besides, her new boots were a dazzling shade of gleaming Chestnut-brown, whereas her old boots were "boring-ugly-black."  Lizzie had also found a nice pair of ecru, skintight riding pants, with light-tan chamois thigh and rump panels, and a truly brilliant cocktail dress she decided she could live with.

Brie listened with sullen jealousy and expressed disappointment that she hadn't been invited along on the shopping spree and therefore didn't have any stunning new outfits or accessories of her own.  Cat was positive Brie wasn't actually serious and was pouting for its entertainment value only.  Lady Paulina and Hannah followed the exchange in quiet amusement.  It was clear the Hardy family and Paulina's senior managers got along famously.

As for Poor Prudence, Cat considered it a sure thing she'd be welcomed back into the fold once she'd served her "punishment."  Cat, on the other hand, was on her own... naked, chair-bound and tape-gagged.  She'd have to find her own way into the good graces of the extended family... once she'd served her punishment.  (It was obvious that all of this was an Amberdale Castle Game).

Anyway, Her Ladyship and Hannah finished clearing their plates at more-or-less at the same time, rose from their chairs, wished those still dining a pleasant day, including Pru and Cat (which Cat didn't consider to be at all ironic), then rose from their chairs and made their departure, beginning a discussion of replacing the roof of one of the tenant farmer's barns before they were out the dining room door.  The maids returned and cleared Lady Paulina and Hannah's place setting... then disappeared again.

Brie was the next to finish.  She excused herself, explained she had to fetch a couple of essential items but would return shortly, then was gone.

Cat and Pru exchanged a tape-gagged and puzzled glance.  Brie's inadequately explained errand was both ominous and unsettling.

The Honorable Brats continued eating, but Cat noted that Lizzie kept gazing in her direction.

"Dibs on the newbie," Lizzie stated as she shoveled the last of her eggs into her grinning mouth.

"Dream on, Moppet," Grace chuckled.  "Mother put Brie in charge, remember?"

Lizzie heaved a sigh and pouted.

Cat thought the youngster's reaction was very cute, but was glad Lizzie had been denied "dibs" by her big sister.  That said, she didn't appreciate being reminded that Lady Paulina had put The Evil Brie in charge of her immediate future.  Once again she shifted her worried gaze to Pru, who gazed back.  To Cat's surprise, her lover didn't seem to be particularly disturbed by her (meaning their) circumstances.  She didn't even seem frightened, much less terrified.  In fact, Pru heaved her bare shoulders in a rope-impeded version of an apathetic shrug.

Cat found this to be quite irritating, of course.  First chance she got, when she wasn't in eminent danger of being dragged back down to the dark depths of the castle dungeons for Hideous Torture at the hands of The Evil Brie, Cat resolved to give Poor Prudence a piece of her mind, followed by a prolonged spanking on her bare butt!

Just then, Brie breezed back into the dining room, as promised, smiling and clutching a shiny steel hoop-like object in each hand.

"Nrrrrr!" Pru objected as Brie, smiling evilly, dropped the hoops on the table between the prisoner's place settings.

Cat's eyes popped wide.  She'd had time to process Brie's delivery and realized she was staring at a pair of identical shock collars!  They appeared to be made of stainless steel and had bulges in the front that would be under their hypothetical wearers' chins.  They locked with tiny padlocks in the back and, ominously, each sported a pair of blunt-tipped gold-tone studs on their interiors that would rest against their hypothetical wearers' throats!  Cat had no doubt whatsoever regarding the identities of the hypothetical wearers in question, and neither did Pru or the Honorable Brats. 

Both naked, chair-bound, and tape-gagged captives watched with alarm as Brie picked up one of the collars, unlocked its padlock... smiled... then fit the collar around Pru's neck, snapped the padlock closed—Click!—and that was that!

The rope collar was still dutifully doing its part to keep Pru's butt in her chair, but was loose enough that the shock collar wasn't in the way.  Pru blinked several times and swallowed nervously... then heaved a truly tragic sigh.  She did not attempt to force any audible complaints or critical comments past her Elastoplast sealed lips, so the collar had yet to receive a test of its functionality.  There was no evidence that the thing was even turned on.

Cat noted The Evil Brie and the Honorable Brats were gazing at Poor Prudence with... dastardly delight?  Yes, Cat mused.  That's fair.  Dastardly delight.  Pru (and Cat) were in the hands of a trio of Wicked Villainesses, pitiless Wicked Villainesses (or at least mischievous Wicked Villainesses).

And then... it was Cat's turn!  Brie repeated the collaring procedure using the second steel choker, and now—Click!—Cat was collared as well!

Like her lover, Cat blinked and swallowed.  The collar was a close fit, but not what she could call tight.  She could feel the studs resting against her throat, one on either side of her larynx, but there was no real pressure.  They were just... there.  Cat understood Pru's reluctance to test her collar, and entirely concurred.  Cat didn't want to be the recipient of a paralyzing electric jolt either.

"Maybe I should go fetch a riding crop so you can make them say something," Lizzie suggested.  Obviously she was also thinking along the lines of testing the collars' functionality.

Brie and Grace exchanged smiles, then Brie shook her head.  "No.  Maybe later."  Her amused gaze was now focused on the naked, chair-bound, tape-gagged, and allegedly shock-collared captives, and her smile was now particularly wicked.  "Why don't you two load a couple of plates and feed Her Ladyship's guests?" she suggested (ordered), obviously addressing the grinning blondes,

"And what are you going to be doing?" Lizzie inquired.

Brie picked up her cup and saucer, walked around the table, and settled into a chair opposite Pru and Cat before answering.  "I'm going to continue supervising, of course," The Evil Brie purred.

Grace and Lizzie exchanged happy smiles, then strolled to the buffet and began loading plates (as ordered).

Cat and Poor Prudence stared at Brie.

Brie smiled at the helpless captives and sipped her tea.

Grace and Lizzie returned from the buffet with their laden plates.  Grace set her plate in front of Pru, and sat next to her, then Lizzie did the same for Cat.

Next, Grace reached over and carefully, gently teased back a corner of Pru's tape-gag, and peeled it from her lips.  Again, Lizzie did the same for Cat.

Both captives swallowed and licked their lips.  Then looked down at their plates... their plates full of hot, delicious food.

Brie rose from her chair, went to the buffet and returned with the carafe of tea... and filled Cat and Pru's cups.

"Eat up, ladies," Brie purred.  "You're got a busy day ahead of you."

Grace and Lizzie smiled, loaded forks with scrambled eggs from the prisoners' plates, then held them to their pouting mouths.

Staring daggers at The Evil Brie, Cat and Pru accepted their first bites of breakfast and began to chew.

The food was just as good as it looked... and smelled... and tasted.