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The Sorceress stared at Maid Dallas, then waved
a dismissive hand at Princess Kellan. "Look at these two," she
sneered. "Did you drag them across the ground all the way from
realm? I send you for a princess and you return with two
"One of whom is the actual princess you requested," Duana
observed, her hand still on the pommel of her sword.
The Sorceress' smile became even less friendly. "Scratched and
grubby, dressed in smelly rags, her hair a tangled nest? This was
hardly what I 'requested'." She waved her hand again and the
knapsack flew from Kellan's back. It landed on the
stone floor, yards behind the kneeling princess. All watched as
the thongs securing the pack's shoulder straps retied themselves to its
base. "Stand!" the Sorceress commanded.
Kellan flexed her sore shoulders, relishing the absence of Duana's
"She means you, Princess," Duana said with an impudent smile.
"I'm already standing."
With considerable grace, despite her tattered costume, bound wrists,
and tight gag, Kellan went up on one knee, then stood. She
favored her captor and the Sorceress with a proud stare (though truth
be told, she was terrified).
The Sorceress smile brightened, but her eyes were still cold.
"That's better. It would seem you haven't wrung all
the Royal Spirit from my new possession." She made an
arcane hand gesture, first towards Kellan, then Dallas. Seconds
passed... and suddenly the princess and serving girl were lifted off
the ground, as if by invisible hands! Both struggled and mewed
their gags, but continued floating, totally helpless, in mid-air.
drifted towards a distant door, it opened, they passed from sight, and
the door closed.
Duana watched with a sad smile. "Goodbye, Princess," she
whispered; and as quickly as it had come, the whistful mood passed and
the sell sword was all business. "Well?" she demanded.
The Sorceress turned to face Duana, made another gesture, and a tiny
glowing ball of light appeared before the sword maiden's face.
my servant to the guest chambers," she ordered, "and take a bath."
"My reward," Duana growled.
"Not now!" the Sorceress barked, spun on her heel in a swirl of red
silk, and walked away towards a dark side passage.
Duana stared at the Sorceress' disappearing back, her hand
still on her sword; then sighed, retrieved her pack, and followed the
glowing guide to a different passage. "The sooner I'm out of
this place, the better," she mumbled under her breath.
Dawn pulled the
pink rubber ball from Kelly's mouth and let it rest under her chin.
The attached rubber strap was still under slight tension, held
against her throat but not pressing with any real force. Blushing
furiously, Kelly blinked and licked her lips. "I am so
embarrassed," she mumbled.
"What did you say?" Dawn asked, smiling broadly.
"I said I'm embarrassed!" Kelly snapped, tugged on the cuffs and ropes
holding her spread-eagled on the bed, then turned her head to the side.
"Oh God!" she whispered.
Dawn reached down, took Kelly's chin in a firm but gentle grip, and
turned her face until their eyes met. "How long have you
been playing this game?" she asked.
"Since I was a girl," Kelly answered, "but not very often.
This is the first time in... years."
Dawn leaned close and continued in a conspiratorial whisper.
"I'll let you in on a secret: We play it too."
"Debbie, Dorey, myself. We call it 'The Damsel Game', and we play
it all the time." Dawn released Kelly's chin and sat on the bed
at Kelly's side. "What's your favorite fantasy?"
"Please," Kelly said, continuing to pull on her cuffs. "Please
let me go."
"Ohhh, I see... the fantasy of being held prisoner. By who?
"No! I mean... let me go... please?"
Smiling coyly, Dawn rested her hand on Kelly's stomach. The
captive jerked at the touch, then shuddered delicately.
"Please," Kelly whispered.
"You know I'd never do anything to hurt you," Dawn purred, slowly
flexing her fingers and letting her palm glide in a lazy circle over
Kelly's smooth, hard tummy, "don't you?"
Kelly pulled on her bonds and shivered. "Ohhh... Please..."
"You want me to do this... don't you?"
Dawn's smile turned decidedly mischievous. "You're not gonna call
the Sheriff on me, are you? ...whenever I do decide to
let you go?"
Dawn leaned close and kissed Kelly's lips. The prisoner jerked in
her bonds again, then relaxed and returned the kiss. Their
tongues rolled and lips smacked; then Dawn's hand slid lower. Her
fingers slid under the washcloth barely covering Kelly's sex, through
the captive's pubic bush, and caressed her flushed sex. Kelly
gasped and turned her face to the side to break the kiss. "No..."
Dawn chuckled evilly (sending a thrill up Kelly's spine), and placed
the ball-gag back between her pouting lips. Kelly moaned and
pulled on her bonds, and Dawn continued her gentle massage of the
redhead's labia. "Enough with your mixed signals, you teasing
vixen. You're dripping wet. It's no use pretending.
want me to do this, don't you." She used her free hand to snatch
the folded guest towel from Kelly's breasts, then seized her left
and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Don't you?"
Kelly squealed through her gag, pulled on her bonds with all her
strength, then locked eyes with her captor... tormentor... lover,
"All right then." Dawn purred, leaning close to tease her captive's
right nipple with her tongue and teeth. "We'll take our time
with this. I'm not particularly hungry anyway, so that dinner
you promised me can wait. Okay?" She gave the nipple a
languid lick and at the same time slid her fingers between Kelly's
why am I asking you?" she said in a mocking tone.
bound, and gagged, and I can do anything I want to you, and you can't
do anything to stop me, and no one will be coming to your rescue."
bucked and struggled, then shuddered and shivered in her helplessness.
"Yesss," Dawn continued. "We'll make this first one nice...
Kellan mewed through her gag and pulled on her bonds.
It was as if she was being carried by dozens of disembodied,
invisible, floating hands. She glanced to the left and watched
Maid Dallas drift at her side. The blonde youngster was a pitiful
sight: bound with tight hemp from shoulders to ankles, gagged with
cloth rags, nude, dirty, and terrified. Dressed in boots and
rags, gagged, but less stringently bound, Kellan knew she must hardly
look any better.
They continued down the passage to a stairway, then down into total
darkness. Kellan struggled in the inky blackness, but it was
hopeless. Her bonds were too well tied, and the invisible
hands were too strong and too numerous. The strange journey
for some time. It was difficult to tell, but they seemed to be
drifting deeper and deeper into the earth. At one point Kellan
heard falling water and the air was suddenly cool and humid. Then
they were past the subterranean water and approaching an opening door.
The chamber beyond was circular and large, nearly as large as the
Sorceress' throne room. It was lit by a dozen flaming braziers on
tall iron stands, and the floor was covered, no, carpeted in
metal objects. Some appeared to be jewelry: bracelets, cuffs, and
such; and some were curved and rounded lengths of metal rod and
banding. In addition, there was a great deal of heaped chain,
ranging from thin and light to heavy and strong. The objects were
steel, silver, gold, bronze, brass, and alloys Kellan didn't recognize.
All were brightly polished and reflected the braziers' flames,
bathing the chamber walls in a strange iridescence. Kellan was
stunned. Just a small portion of the treasure in this room could
buy her father's entire kingdom!
Suddenly, the rags were being ripped from Kellan's body and the boots
from her feet. Then her wrist bonds were untied, the hemp jerked
from around her waist, and her gag removed. She opened her mouth
to scream, and a large, meaty, invisible hand clamped over her lower
face. With wide eyes she watched as Dallas' bonds and cloth gag
were also removed. The younger blonde was also hand-gagged by
their unseen captors.
There was a metallic tinkling noise in the treasure below, and Kellan
watched as a gold cuff wiggled out from under the mass and flew into
the air. It closed around her right wrist, and as she watched,
the cuff's seam disappeared as it fused into one piece. More
golden accessories flew from the pile and snapped and fused around her
left wrist, ankles, waist, and throat. Kellan fought with all her
the invisible hands overcame her struggles easily, positioning and
repositiong her limbs and body as required. A golden sphere
forced its way into her mouth, passing through the hand still
gagging her lips as if it wasn't there. Narrow golden bands and
rods followed, and a tight cage formed around her head, linking to the
sphere and clamping under her chin, across the bridge her nose, and
around her brow. Her hair was pulled free of the golden grid, and
it snapped skintight. She found herself floating in mid-air,
wrists linked together behind her back, ankles together, and gagged by
a golden brank. Bands of gold coiled around her upper arms,
pulled her elbows back, and clicked together. Two gold cups
pressed against her breasts and were held in place by thin golden
chains that dimpled the flesh of her shoulders and back. Finally,
a triangular shield fit itself over her sex and was linked by two
chains to her waist belt in front and by a third chain between her butt
back. All elements of the new costume she could see were
intricately engraved with traditional knot patterns. A triskele
graced the front of each breast cup, and a stylized animal of some sort
(possibly a fox) decorated the loin shield. Kellan glanced at
Dallas, and found the serving girl had been fitted with a matching set
of metal restraints, only hers were steel and much less intricately
They left the treasure vault and the invisible hands carried
them down another passage and into a new chamber; the strangest room
Kellan had ever seen. The ceiling, floor, and three walls were
but they were covered with a thick layer of melted and now solidified
wax. The wall opposite was composed entirely of wax, and
subdivided into dozens of closely stacked hexagonal cells, each about a
yard across. The entire wall glowed, and Kellan surmised the far
side was open to the light of day. Some of the cells were open,
some were sealed with wax caps. Two adjoining cells were
sealed, with a triangular opening at the top. The captives were
carried forward and thrust through the waxy openings, each into her own
Kellan barely fit through the triangle, but the wax eased her passage.
The hands released her and she fell into a vat of golden liquid!
She submerged completely, and when some of the thick fluid
entered her gagged mouth, she realized it was honey! She forced
to the surface and shook her head violently. The cell was like a
deep horse trough or a large coffin. She blinked the thick,
honey from her eyes and focused on the entrance. To her alarm,
invisible hands were walling her in! Fist sized clumps of wax
being added to the opening, and they melted and fused into the thick
of the cap on contact. Kellan kicked with her fettered feet at
thick wax cap, but it was useless.
She found she could sit on the waxy floor of the cell and just lift her
head above the honey, but when the entrance had been reduced to a small
hole, more of the sickly-sweet, amber fluid began pouring into
the cell. Kellan mewed and struggled, but soon the air space was
reduced to an ever shrinking, ever narrower void as the cell filled all
the way to the triangular peak of the ceiling. She managed a last
breath, then the air was gone and all was honey. Kellan thrashed
weakly in her bonds and her lungs began to burn. She held her
breath for as long as she could, still fighting her bonds, then the
stale, spent air was forced past her gag and through her nostrils, and
by the golden liquid... and to Kellan's great surprise... she found she
could breathe! She kicked, thrashed, and rolled in the thick
fluid. Her skin began to burn, especially where she'd been cut,
or sunburned during her journey as Duana's captive, but the burn felt
good. She drifted, and found herself growing ever more
drowsy... ever more relaxed and at ease... and eventually... she slept.
Kelly was seated
in one of her mismatched kitchen chairs; the strongest chair, in the
expert opinion of her captor, the master carpenter. She was
dressed in a short robe of emerald satin blend, its sash secured around
her waist with a tight bow. Her leather cuffs were still around
her wrists and ankles, and together with the thick, dark jade rope from
she was bound in place. Each wrist was secured to a back leg of
the chair, just where it met the seat. Rope looped her upper arms
above the elbows and snugged them against the outer edges of the chair
back. Her ankles were cuffed and bound to the outer edges of the
chair legs, with her bare feet flat on the floor. This left her
bare legs splayed in a somewhat unladylike pose, but she could do
to rectify the situation. More rope cinched her waist against the
chair back, banded her lap to the seat, and ran across her shoulders to
several neat horizontal loops pinning her arms and torso to the chair.
ball-gag was in her mouth, and one of her silk scarfs had been folded
a neat bandage and was tied over her eyes.
Her robe had gapped as she was being bound to the chair, and her captor
had done nothing to restore her modesty. Kelly's left breast was
exposed almost to the nipple, and she knew a gloating observer leering
at her from the front would have a virtually unobstructed view of her
pubic bush and sex. She was helpless and humiliated... and was
enjoying herself immensely.
After several rounds of enthusiastic lovemaking on the bed, Dawn had
changed back into her sundress, moved Kelly into the kitchen, and bound
her to the chair. She was now sautéing shrimp, red
peppers, lemon zest, and garlic in olive oil and butter on her
prisoner's stove. Al dente angel hair pasta was drained
and emptied on a platter, and the shrimp and peppers poured on top.
"We'll let that cool a
minute," she told her blindfolded hostess. "The wine's open,
you're not going anywhere..." (Kelly squirmed in
her bonds and blushed.) "...so if you'll excuse me, I've got to
Dawn pulled her cell phone from a sun dress' pocket and stepped
out onto the porch. Kelly found she could just hear
what her captor was saying. "Hiya, Brat. I'm going to spend
the night here, with Kelly... Yeah, that's right...
None or your business, Brat! Now, let me speak to Dorey...
What?... You were supposed to release her at sundown; you
knew that... I don't care what she does to you! Get your
lazy little ass out there and let her go! Okay... Okay...
See you in the morning, Brat. G'night." Kelly heard
Dawn return, muttering under her breath. "She deserves everything
she's gonna get, the little moron!"
Kelly's gag was pulled down and Dawn held a goblet of wine to her lips.
Kelly drank, then licked her lips. "Thanks," she muttered.
"That smells delicious—m'f!" A fork load of shrimp, peppers
and pasta had found its way into her mouth, and it was indeed delicious.
"It's your recipe and you did the shopping," Dawn noted. "I'm
stealing it, by the way. The recipe, I mean."
"It's good with penne too," Kelly said, then opened her mouth
and was rewarded with more pasta.
"Let's make this light and quick," Dawn suggested, chewing and
swallowing her share of supper and sipping from her own goblet.
"Then we can get back to bed."
Kelly blushed and twisted in her bonds, then nodded. "You
aren't going to tie me to the bed again... are you?"
Dawn took her time chewing and swallowing a mouthful of pasta... then
finally spoke. "Oh, I think not. I'll keep you tied up, of
course, but there are a lot of different positions... a lot
of different things we can try."
Kelly shivered in her helplessness, still blushing. The meal
continued, bite-by-bite and sip-by-sip. Kelly found herself
wishing she could see her captor's face. "Dawn," she said quietly.
Dawn chuckled. "A bit pushy for a helpless prisoner, don't ya think?"
"Dawn... please." Kelly's sudden need filled her voice. She
heard no response for a moment, then felt her captor's hand snake into
her hair at the nape of her neck and her head being turned. She
had time for a soft moan, then Dawn's lips were crushed to hers, her
tongue seeking admittance. Kelly responded instantly, allowing
access, and their tongues dueled and fought, their lips quivered and
suckled, and the kiss continued for uncounted time.
They finally broke apart, and Kelly was gratified to hear Dawn whisper,
"I wanted that too."
Kelly licked garlic, oil, and her lover's saliva from her lips.
"Uh... You think we should be going this fast?"
Dawn's hand settled on Kelly's shoulder. "Are you scared?"
"Scared? No... I... Okay, a little; but it's a good kind of
scared... you know?" Kelly felt Dawn's hand lift the ball-gag
dangling under her chin, and complacently opened her mouth to accept
the spherical plug.
"In answer to your question," Dawn said in a husky whisper, "you happen
to have caught me in a horny mood. Or rather, I've caught
you... quite literally... while in a horny mood... so I'm
afraid we won't be getting a lot of sleep tonight... and you have
nothing to say about it."
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