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Dallas was in total darkness, using her fingers and hands
to make a detailed inspection of her dungeon cell. She slowly
worked her way from left to right and up and down, her digits gliding
over the rough surface of the crudely dressed stones. Steel
manacles and fetters chained her wrists and ankles; and her steel
collar, belt, and the bands on her upper arms also remained; but at
some point her brank and gag had disappeared, as had her breast cups
and loin shield.
One circuit of her cell complete, she surmised her prison was a rough
square, each wall about twelve to fifteen feet in
length. The ceiling height was something under six feet.
The door was centered on one wall, a timber construction with
numerous dully pointed iron spikes studding its surface. The
was covered with old but more or less clean straw. There was a
drain covered by heavy iron bars in the center of the cell, and high
on the wall opposite the door was a narrow barred slit. A gentle,
warm breeze blew from the slit and towards the drain. The
air was damp, and had a faint, curious odor, reminiscent of hot iron
in a coal fire. Finally, Dallas found a pitcher of fired clay
and a bowl with a wooden cover: water and stale bread.
Dallas sat in the straw, her back to the wall opposite the door, and
broke the bread into small chunks. She poured a little water into
the bowl, let the bread soak for a few minutes, then ate the resulting
porridgy mass. The bread was surprisingly tasty, but that may
have been from the added sauce of her hunger.
She rested for several minutes after her simple meal, then resumed her
inspection. The stones of the walls, ceiling, and floor were
irregular in size and shape, crudely flat on their inward faces, and
apparently set without mortar. As her hands groped, Dallas made
note of any unusual shapes or cavities, anything which might give her
She came to a roughly triangular stone wedged between two very large
stones and above two that were somewhat smaller.
It was low enough on the wall that she could sit in the straw,
grip either side with the tips of her fingers, plant her feet on either
side, and use the full strength of her entire body to pull. She
sat in the straw, took a deep breath, and pulled... and pulled... and pulled,
until her back ached and her fingertips were cut and sore; then
she pulled some more. Finally, after an especially prolonged and
arduous effort, she heard a tiny crack, and something the size of a
pebble rattled down the wall and fell into the straw.
Panting from her labors, Dallas found the pitcher of water and took a
drink. As the cool water slid down her throat a thought occurred.
It was risky, as she didn't know when or
even if her water supply would be replenished, but
it was best to strike while she had her full strength. She
returned to the triangular stone, taking the pitcher with her.
She sat in
the straw, filled her mouth with water, kissed the joint in the wall at
the apex of the stone, and spat water as far as she could into the
She did this three more times, as quickly as she could, then
her feet, grabbed the stone, and heaved. Nothing
Old gods, new gods, and the One God help me! she prayed,
and heaved again.
This time the stone moved! It moved a good inch! Dallas
spit another mouthful of water into the crack, and
heaved. Slowly but surely she drew the stone from the wall.
Her eyes were clinched tightly closed with concentration and
sweat was rolling down her face. She had to dry her hands in
the straw more than once so she could continue to get a good grip.
Finally, the stone thudded to the floor and Dallas rolled it
to the side.
She wiped her brow and opened her eyes... and was surprised to find a
faint golden glow illuminating her cell. It was coming
from the gap she had just opened in the wall, of course. She
looked through, but found she could see very little. The light
was very weak, the chamber beyond very large, and the source was not in
her line of sight. She could see that the two stones below the
one she had just pulled were regular in shape, or appeared
to be on the sides that were visible. She anointed their seams
with her remaining water, sat in the straw, and tugged on the left
stone. With effort it lifted and slid forward. The
stone followed, although the young serving girl nearly exhausted
with the effort.
Dallas lay back in the straw until her breathing returned to normal,
then crawled forward to the glowing opening. Her
shoulders just cleared the rough walls, but she had to wiggle on her
side to clear her hips. She slithered through... and found
in a circular chamber many times the size of her former cell.
Suspended from the center of the domed ceiling was a long chain,
and suspended from that chain was what appeared to be a lantern of
glass and iron. It was the source of the dim golden light bathing
Dallas came closer. The lantern was a spherical cage of iron
bars, with a glass globe bulging through the gaps between.
Obviously the cage had been constructed first and the molten
blown between the bars. Dallas had seen such a device only once
before—trade goods at the fair. It had come from far off
Tyrrhenia, had been hideously expensive, and had only been a
couple of hands across. This lantern was several times
that size, large enough for Dallas to embrace with her arms flung wide.
The glass had a copper tint, and was thick and riddled with tiny,
seed-sized bubbles. Dallas couldn't really see what it contained,
just faint curtains of rippling light, distortions of whatever was
glowing within. She put her face close to the globe... and
gasped in wonder.
Inside, standing proud and erect, was a tiny woman!
She had long, dark, curly hair, fair skin, was dressed in an exquisite,
dark red gown... and was beautiful. She also had wings!
They were folded down her back, and were iridescent panes, like
the wings of a dragonfly. She was the source of the
light. She glowed with a golden aura that seemed to come less
from within than from around her magical being. "A
færy!" Dallas whispered. "They are real!"
The tiny captive smiled (sending a thrill of joy
through Dallas' body). "So..." she said, her child-like, soprano
voice muffled by the thick glass, "you are the one that has
come. This is the future that shall unfold.
What is your name, youngster?"
"I, I'm called Dallas."
"Dallas..." the færy repeated. "A pretty name for a pretty
"Thank you," Dallas whispered, blushing at the compliment. "What
is your name, if I may ask."
The færy laughed. "You may not!" she
answered. "I have little power at the moment, but I will not
give what is left to the first human that asks, no matter how pretty."
"I only ask how I may address you," Dallas responded. "I don't
want your power... unless..." She walked a slow circle around the
færy's lantern prison. There was an iron and glass gate on
the far side, hinged on one side and closed on the other with a hasp.
A length of iron wire was threaded through the hasp and looped
back on itself to form a complex knot.
As Dallas studied the knot, the tiny prisoner studied her. "You
may call me Mæve," the færy said finally. "It is a
name to which I will answer, but is not my true name."
Dallas took hold of the wire and gave it a tentative tug. It held
firm, and the lantern shimmied and shook on its long
chain. Mæve hovered in mid-air, her wings a blur of rainbow
light. "Sorry," Dallas muttered, grabbing the lantern with both
hands to stop it from rocking.
"Do what you must," Mæve said. "You cannot harm me."
Dallas frowned. The wire was thick, but it was soft iron, and
should be brittle enough to twist and break, if only she could grasp it
properly. Then it came to her: "My chains are
steel!" she whispered, then wrapped the links joining her manacles
around the knot, took up the slack, and turned her entire body, her
arms raised above her head. The chain was twisted on itself, but
the wire was still intact. She turned again... then a third
and this time she heard a snap. She unwrapped her chain and found
the wire had twisted and broken from the stress, just as she hoped it
She pulled the remnant from the hasp and opened the tiny door.
Mæve flew from the cage and made several rapid circles
of the room, laughing and spinning. Dallas watched,
laughing herself. Finally, the tiny wonder hovered before Dallas,
gazing at her with smiling gratitude. "Thank you, Dallas," she
said, and executed a stately bow, one hand holding the hem of her gown,
the other extended in a graceful gesture. Her tiny feet were
and on pointe.
Dallas bowed in return, feeling clumsy in her nakedness
and chained captivity. "Wasn't Mæve a queen?" she asked.
The færy's smile turned somewhat coy. "Mæve is
a queen," she answered, "but I never said I was that
Dallas gave the tiny, winged beauty a careful look... then bowed again.
"Your Majesty," she whispered.
Mæve laughed, then settled to the stone floor and
sat cross-legged, arranging the skirts of her gown. "Please,
be at ease," she told the giant human looming before her. Dallas
settled to the ground in a rattle of chains, folding her legs to the
side (too embarrassed to sit cross-legged in her nudity). "You
did not try to bargain," Mæve observed. "You didn't make
me promise anything before you freed me from my prison of all these
Dallas stared at the floor for several long seconds. "I... I will
free any prisoner I find in this awful place," she said finally.
"If I missed a chance at reward... so be it. Right is
Mæve's smile brightened. She flew into the air, kissed
Dallas' forehead, then settled back to the ground before Dallas
realized she had started to move. "Dallas, daughter of Rosevear,
daughter of Tean, I name thee Færy Friend, now and to the
Dallas felt a tingling in her hands. She looked down and watched
as the cuts and scrapes from her battle with the stone wall healed
themselves. Her lips trembled and she wiped a tear from her right
eye. "Thank you," she whispered. If legend was true, this
was a reward beyond gold! She wiped another tear, then focused on
her chains. "Uh... can you—?"
Mæve shook her head. "Sorry. "I am powerless against
cold iron," she explained, "which is why a twist of wire could hold me
Dallas nodded. "I understand," she mumbled. "What now?"
Mæve smiled, spun on her heel, and gestured across the room.
On the far wall a heavy timber door studded with iron
spikes was set in the wall. The færy's glow brightened, and
as Dallas watched, the wood of the door dripped sap and sprouted leafy
tendrils. There was a low, groaning sound followed by several
sharp snaps, and the stones of the door frame split and tumbled to the
floor. The spikes shook and fell, pinging and rolling on the flat
stones. Finally the timbers, now with branches and green leaves,
flew apart and rolled to either side. The ruined doorway gaped
like an open mouth.
Mæve turned to face Dallas. The dark smile on her tiny,
beautiful face made Dallas very glad she was her
friend. "What now?" the grinning færy repeated. "I'll
tell you: justice, vengeance... and pleasure."
It had been
a very long two months. New York, Toronto, Boston, Washington,
Atlanta... At some point it had all faded into an endless
of airports, airplanes, taxis, hotel rooms, book stores, and an endless
stack of books for her to sign. Only the fans had made it
bearable... that and the hotel swimming pools and gyms. The final
stop of the
tour had been Powell's Books in Portland... and now she was
The airport taxi pulled off State Road 53 and roared down
the private road leading to her cottage. As they approached
the Behr compound, Kelly smiled and leaned forward. "You can
drop me off here," she told the driver.
The driver glanced at the Behr's address sign, then at his passenger in
the rearview mirror. "You sure?"
"My place is the next down the road," Kelly explained. "They'll
get me home."
Her single suitcase, garment bag, laptop carrier, and raincoat were
deposited on the porch of the main house, the driver accepted
a generous tip, and the taxi sped away. Kelly's publisher
was paying for all aspects of the tour, and the tip would come out of
her per diem. Kelly rang the doorbell, mildly surprised
none of the Behrs had emerged to greet her. It had been cloudy
all day, and finally the promised rain was beginning to fall.
Don't tell me nobody's home, Kelly thought, watching the falling
drops build to a mild torrent. The curtains were pulled across
narrow, vertical windows on either side of the door, and the peephole
the door itself was useless for looking from the outside in. Well...
always wait it out, walk home and drive back for my stuff.
raincoat would protect her olive business suit and ivory blouse, but
had nothing to keep the rain off her hair, and wasn't thrilled at the
prospect of hiking the wet, unimproved road to her house in heels.
She was about to ring the doorbell again when the latch clicked and the
door opened a crack. Kelly opened the screen door and gave the
door a push. "Hello?" The door slowly opened on well-oiled
hinges... and there, waiting in the entryway, was Debbie.
The youngest Behr was dressed in jeans, a pink sweatshirt,
and duct tape... lots of duct tape. Her hands were
behind her back, fingers interlaced, and mummified up to her forearms.
Tight multi-layered bands pinned her arms to her body at the
below her breasts, and above. More tape wrapped her legs, above
knees and around the ankles. Her feet were bare and a baby blue
ribbon was tied around her big toes, secured with a big floppy bow.
A matching ribbon secured the end of the single long braid of her
dark blonde hair. Her blue eyes smiled above the broad, wide
strip of tape plastered over her lips.
Kelly smiled back, shaking her head in mock disgust. "You Behr
women," she muttered, walking a slow circle around Debbie as the bound
and gagged blonde stood perfectly still. "You home alone?" Kelly
asked, "guarding the fort?"
Debbie nodded her head and mumbled several totally unintelligible
Kelly reached out and slowly, carefully peeled the tape from her
protégé's lips. The tape pulled and distorted the
prisoner's lips and lower face as it reluctantly surrendered its grip.
"There," Kelly purred. "Start over."
"Dorey's in Seaside buying fabric, and Dawn... she didn't say exactly
where she was going. She just taped me
up and left. She either went with Dorey or is in her workshop
doodling furniture designs on her Mac."
Kelly frowned. She was disappointed Dawn was absent, as seeing
Dawn had been the point of asking to be dropped off at the Behrs' in
the first place. She was also surprised her lover had left The Brat
alone and helpless. "She abandoned you like this?"
"No biggie," Debbie responded, hopping to an overstuffed chair and
sitting. She nodded towards a nearby sofa and Kelly sat as well.
The blonde captive leaned forward and continued in a
conspiratorial whisper. "There are a dozen ways I can get out of
this, if I have to," she explained. "Sharp things all over the
Kelly was unappeased. "This is reckless and stupid," she
muttered. "I'm going to find Dawn and give her a piece of my
"Among other things," Debbie mumbled under her breath."
"Nothing," Debbie said. "Did you get my last e-mail? ...last
Kelly sighed, then carefully suppressed a smile. "Are
you familiar with the term 'deus ex machina'?"
Debbie gasped in outrage. "Oh! Unfair!
Mæve is not deus ex machina! I'm not just
have her flutter through the tower and set everything right.
First Mæve and Dallas are going to defeat a guardian demon,
then they'll free Duana and she'll have to battle the giant
ants, still naked and
tiny, of course, and armed only with a tiny sword; then they—"
"And what's happening to the poor princess during all this?" Kelly
"Oh, that's what's keeping the Sorceress busy!" Debbie
explained. "I'll intercut a series of scenes with the Sorceress
torturing Kellan on various Diabolical Devices, causing her pain and
pleasure, and collecting her, uh, vital fluids, meaning
sweat and stuff. It's the key ingredient for the spell, you see.
And she'll scrape her skin with the blade of the feather and
direct the drops in a glass vial with a funnel top; all while Kellan's
being stretched on the rack or riding the horse, or bent over and
clamped in a pillory and stocks with a clockwork machine sending an
ivory phallus in and out of her—"
"Debbie," Kelly interrupted.
"You're a very disturbed young lady," Kelly said, perfectly
deadpan. "No wonder your sisters keep you tied up as much as
"It'll work," Debbie said, squirming in her bonds with enthusiasm.
"I'll make it work!"
"I'm sure you will," Kelly responded.
"Oh, that reminds me," Debbie said, then struggled to her bound and
toe-tied feet, hopped over to Kelly, flopped down next to her on the
sofa, and planted a kiss on the smiling redhead's cheek. "Dawn
says it's okay for us to play."
"Squishy stuff!" Debbie explained, kissing Kelly again.
Kelly blushed and started to rise, but Debbie squirmed onto
her lap before she could plant her feet. "Debbie!"
"Kiss me, you fool!" the bound youngster giggled. "I've always
wanted to say that."
Kelly fended off Debbie's next attempt to plant lips on her
furiously blushing face. "You little scamp," she scolded, trying
not to smile (and failing miserably). "Keep your 'squishy stuff'
Debbie settled her head on Kelly's lap and smiled up at her
mentor. "Playing hard to get, huh? I'll just wait 'til
the next time Dawn has you tied up and helpless, sneak in,
"Thanks for the warning, Brat!" an alto voice growled.
Kelly and Debbie looked towards the hall doorway—and gasped.
standing a few feet away, a devilish smile on her beautiful face.
Tall thigh boots over skintight leather pants hugged her feet and
legs. A corset-tight leather jerkin was laced around her waist
and torso, lifting and accentuating her bulging breasts. A
sleeveless, very low-cut blouse of coarse, natural cotton was
under the jerkin. Leather bracers on each wrist, a belt slung low
on her left hip, and a sheathed broadsword completed her ensemble.
was all a gleaming, subtly mottled brown. Her dark blonde hair
was combed back and tied in a tight ponytail with a leather thong.
was Peter Pan, Robin Hood, and the Crimson Pirate all rolled into one,
only very female. Several neat
coils of mottled brown, cotton rope were in her left hand, which she
to the floor. She then strolled into the room and stood before
and Debbie, hands on hips. "You're early," she accused Kelly.
"I caught an earlier flight," Kelly explained.
"I was going to be waiting for you at your place," Dawn said,
"in about an hour. Then I saw the taxi drop you off here.
Talk about service."
Kelly stood, dumping Debbie on the floor, stepped over the prostrate
captive, embraced Dawn, and planted a kiss on the grinning Sword Maiden.
"Ow!" Debbie complained from the floor.
"Sorry," Kelly muttered, then returned to the serious business of
inspecting Dawn's teeth with her tongue. "I missed you," she
whispered, finally breaking the kiss.
"I missed you too, Kel," Dawn whispered back, then glanced down at her
little sister. "What happened to your gag?" she demanded.
"Kelly happened," Debbi explained. "She took it off so she could
"I... I did not! You kissed me," Kelly objected.
Dawn broke the embrace, opened an end table drawer, and produced a roll
of duct tape. She tore off a seven inch strip, knelt, and
plastered it over Debbie's smiling lips. "Brat!" she scolded.
"I ought to take you out to the barn and introduce you to my
RenFaire version of The Wheel, only it's not quite finished..."
She shifted her gaze to Kelly, and her smile turned decidedly
feral. "...and I've made other plans."
Kelly felt a thrill of delicious dread as Dawn drew her sword.
"Wh-what are you going to—?"
"Silence, Redhair!" Dawn barked, placing the point of the sword under
Kelly's chin. She reached behind her back, produced a linen
handkerchief, and tossed it to Kelly. "Wipe that smile off your
face and stuff that in your mouth."
"Dawn!" Kelly complained with a nervous laugh, then gulped when Dawn
used the sword to lift her chin.
The thrill returned in spades as Kelly balled the handkerchief and
crammed it in her mouth. Playacting? Yes.
Melodramatic? Hell yes! And I love every
second of it!
Meanwhile, Dawn had produced a long, narrow length of light linen,
something between a scarf and a bandage. She tossed it to Kelly.
"The center goes between your teeth. Wrap the ends at least
three times, and tie it in the back with a nice square knot. Make
sure it's under your hair, and make it tight. I want to
see those rosy, freckled cheeks bulge."
Kelly followed her captor's orders, making sure the narrow, somewhat
elastic bands of cloth were stretched taut and smooth before she tied
the final knot. "M'mmf," she mewed, and knew herself to be well
"You have a choice, Redhair," Dawn announced, her sword never
wavering. "You can strip... or I'll bind your hands and slice
that outlandish costume from your body."
Playing her part (the terrified, helpless damsel) to the hilt, Kelly
forced a piteous moan past her gag, and glanced down at Debbie.
The sword tip nudged her chin. "She's not going to rescue you,
Redhair," Dawn said with a gloating sneer. "No one's going
to rescue you." She let the sword drop to her side, but it
remained in her hand. "Strip!"
Kelly's fingers fumbled with the buttons of her jacket, pulled it off,
and tossed it on the back of an overstuffed chair. Her blouse was
next, then she kicked off her heels and removed her skirt. Her
cover reduced to bra, pantyhose, and panties, Kelly stood with her left
hand shielding her crotch and an arm across her breasts, blushing
furiously above her gag (and trying to ignore the growing wetness
between her legs).
"To the skin, Redhair," Dawn purred.
Kelly moaned again, and reached behind to unhook her bra. She
shrugged out of the flimsy garment and tossed it on the chair, then
pulled down her pantyhose and panties together, peeling the tangle of
sheer nylon and frilly lace off each leg, lifting her feet one at a
and being careful not to lose her balance. The last of her
were tossed on the pile, and she resumed her modest pose.
Her captor would have none of it. "Hands on your head,"
she growled. Kelly complied, still blushing, her nostrils flaring
and breasts bobbing as she breathed, her nipples erect and pointing.
"I see you really are a Redhair," Dawn cooed, nudging
Kelly's auburn pubic patch with the tip of the sword. "Kneel."
Kelly settled to her knees. "Ankles crossed," Dawn ordered,
"and put your weight back on your heels." Again, Kelly complied.
Kelly watched as Dawn sheathed her sword and retrieved her coils of
rope. The nude redhead fidgeted and shivered, aware that Debbie
was leering at her, her big blue eyes darting from Kelly's
breasts, to her sex, and back again.
Dawn knelt behind Kelly. "Give me any trouble, Redhair," she
whispered, "and you'll regret it." She selected a length of rope,
pulled Kelly's hands from atop her head to behind her back, and set to
Kelly's hands were folded against her back, forearm against forearm and
each wrist at its opposite elbow. Carefully compacted and
well-hitched bands of rope tightened to enforce the arrangement.
rope yoked her shoulders and pinned her upper arms to her torso.
multiple bands passed above and below her breasts, and everything was
between her arms and sides, snugging the ropes tight and secure.
The final knot was tied through the shoulder yoke at the nape of
then Dawn forced her forward and onto her stomach. Her crossed
were pressed against her buttocks and single strands of rope looped
to right, top to bottom, and cinched tight. Another single strand
was looped around her waist, between her ankles, and tied off at her
shoulders, enforcing a stringent hog-tie.
Kelly squirmed in her bonds and watched as Dawn rolled Debbie
onto her stomach and tied the ribbon binding her toes to the ribbon
at the end of her pigtail, hog-tying her as well. "That should
you two for a while," she gloated, stood, and left the room. Now
both captives squirmed in their bonds, and knew themselves to be
Dawn returned with a cell phone held to her right ear. Apparently
waiting for a call to connect, she sorted through Kelly's clothes with
her left hand, eventually separating her prisoner's panties from her
pantyhose. She gave the skimpy garment a delicate sniff (causing
Kelly's blush to return in spades). "Hi," she said into the
ignoring her captives. "It's me. You gonna be home soon?"
Kelly surmised Dawn was talking to her older sister.
"Good," Dawn continued, smiling at Debbie, "'cause I've done something
cruel and unusual to The Brat and am about to abandon her to her
fate... No, nothing dangerous, just uncomfortable. Feel
free to take your time... Okay, I'll be you-know-where...
She snapped the phone closed and tossed it on the chair atop Kelly's
clothes, then knelt beside Debbie and retied the ribbons binding her
toes to her hair. She folded several inches at the end of the
pigtail back on itself and whipped the ribbon around the resulting
bend, creating a sturdy lashing point. The ends of the toe ribbon
was then tied through the bend and braided around the fold, forcing the
squealing, wiggling Debbie into an even more stringent and now quite
Dawn released Kelly from her hog-tie, helped her to her feet,
and tied the rope around her throat as a lead. She then retrieved
the redhead's panties, turned them inside out, and dropped them to the
carpet before her little sister's face. "There. Something
to sniff while you wait for Dorey to come home. It's as close as
you're gonna get to releasing your horn-dog tendencies... at least
She took the end of Kelly's lead and pulled her towards the
back of the house. "Don't worry about the Brat," she whispered in
Kelly's ear. "Dorey's almost at the turnoff. She'll be home
less than five."
Kelly's last sight of Debbie was the bound youngster looking up at her
with longing eyes... then they were in the kitchen, through a
side door, and out on an enclosed porch.
It was still raining. Dawn knelt and placed open-toed sports
sandals on Kelly's feet, carefully adjusting the velcro straps for a
secure fit. Kelly looked down at the brown and black sandals, out
at the falling rain, then forced a questioning whine past her gag.
Dawn smiled and pulled a hooded cape from a peg, donned it with
swirl, secured the front clasp, and raised the hood. She then
retrieved the end of Kelly's lead and opened the door to the very wet
and somewhat cool outside world. "I have a surprise
present waiting for you," she explained with a wink, then stepped
through the door. She tugged on the lead and pulled her naked,
captive after her, out into the pelting rain.
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