|TALES OF THE FOXWOOD B&B
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the previous two TALES
Sydney were in the Foxwood armory, strapping on various lethal
weapons. They were dressed in versions of their
"Foxwood Retainer" and "Evil
Baroness" costumes, respectively.
Hannah's outfit consisted of knee
leather pants, a sleeveless
leather jerkin, and a corset belt with the
sheaths of two daggers attached. The garments were in good
(and hugged Hannah's toned, athletic form like a second skin),
saddle-brown leather had the
mottled, shiny appearance of wear. The handle of a
tucked in a holster and slung by a
strap over her shoulder. A sheathing flap protected the
blade. The blond hair of the "Saxon Maiden" was parted
and plaited into a
pair of long, loose braids. They framed her beautiful,
tan, frowning face.
Sydney's ensemble was
similar and was also leather, for the most part,
but was dyed a shade
closer to russet. Its cut was also somewhat finer in
was appropriate for a "Noblewoman".
She was wearing a green linen shirt with full sleeves (a "Poofy
Shirt", as Cricket called them) under her jerkin, and leather
over her wrists and forearms. Leather pants and
completed the costume, but instead
of a corset-belt, she wore a sword-belt, with fighting-dagger
attached. Her long, copper-red hair was
combed straight back in a ponytail
down her back in a riot of curls. An irritatingly smug smile curled her
and her green eyes danced with amusement above freckled cheeks.
"Let me get this straight," Hannah growled. "You've
kidnap Jillian without Pilar?"
"What part has you confused?" Sydney chuckled. "Would you
to speak slower? Or maybe draw you some pictures?"
"I'd like you to explain why you're being such a selfish bitch!" Hannah
"Pilar, moron," Hannah huffed. "We're supposed to be a secret triad of rebel
freedom-fighters heroically striving for justice and revenge
your sister, the Cruel Tyrant,
why are you cluing me in on this wonderful plan now, one minute before
the dirty deed?"
"Pilar will get to play, I promise," Sydney responded.
forget who's the Baroness and who's the Saxon Thrall around
Hannah's blue eyes narrowed. "Yeah, well how'd you like
Thrall to shove her ax up your—"
Sydney leaned forward and interrupted her girlfriend with a
"Hold that thought," she chuckled. "I've already set this
Pilar. We're going to kidnap my dear sister, drag her
gagged carcass to the main gate, and straight to some
arranged to spirit her away. Cricket and Connie are
Frisco and won't be
back 'til tomorrow. Kayley is buying plants at that
the other side of Eureka and
won't be back 'til after
timing is perfect."
"Transportation? To Carleton Castle?"
"Something like that," Sydney purred. "That, too, is a
"You do enjoy being the mysterious, scheming harpy, don't you?"
sighed. "And Pilar is okay with not being in on the actual
"She'll get to play, like I told you," Sydney responded, "and I
tell you 'til now 'cause your poker face is worse than
want Jillian's surprise to be... delicious."
"Yeah, with a rich, creamy center," Hannah muttered.
your way, as always."
Sydney kissed Hannah, again. "As always, but I've changed
mind. Lose the ax. We're going with the 'already
option for our part of the scenario."
Hannah rolled her eyes. "You just watched me waste two
readjusting the strap," she muttered, but returned the ax and
to their storage places among the other medieval weaponry, as
want me to keep the dagger sheaths," she sighed, drawing both
and handing them, hilt-first, to Sydney.
"Yes," Sydney agreed, "as if you had just been disarmed by
Alice's Heroic Rescuer, which would be me." She tucked the
daggers in her boot tops, then pulled a coil of hemp rope from a
rack. Actually, the rope was synthetic microfiber that
resembled hemp. It was kinder to a damsel's skin than
hemp, a serious consideration when the damsel in question was a
customer, and didn't require the careful conditioning and
maintenance of the real stuff.
Hannah sighed, again, then turned her back to her supposed
crossed her wrists.
With practiced hands, Sydney bound her lover in an inescapable
box-tie. Soon, Hannah's arms were folded behind her back
tight, neat faux-hemp bands lashed her forearms and wrists,
her arms to her sides, framed her breasts, and yoked her
shoulders. "Hmm, not quite right," Sydney purred, and spun
Hannah around. She loosened the lacing of Hannah's jerkin
tugged the smooth, brown leather to either side, exposing more
pouting prisoner's firm, tan breasts, almost to the
"That's better," she
chuckled, and spun Hannah around, again. She tugged the
the nape of her prisoner's neck, tightening the other ropes in
process, then tied the final knots.
"You'll never get away with this," Hannah muttered in a bored
tone. "My Mistress will have you tortured to death.
hunt you down no matter where you hide, even if you flee to the
Hyperborean Wastes, etc., etc."
"Save it for the paying customers," Sydney laughed. "This
a walk-through to check our blocking, remember?" She
around Hannah's bound body from either side and stuffed a large
crumpled linen in her mouth, then used a second, folded cloth to
tight cleave-gag. She then spun Hannah around, again, and
her back against the rough stone of the armory wall.
"Mrrfh!" Hannah complained.
"Quiet, Saxon," Sydney whispered, leaning close until they were
face. Her hands began exploring the helpless blonde's
Hannah shivered, tugging on her bonds and trying to squirm away
making a show of trying, anyway).
"Keep still," Sydney ordered, her freckled face pressed against
Hannah's tan cheek, above her gag. Her lips playfully
ear. She planted a gentle kiss on each of Hannah's closed
eyes. "I have to
frisk you for more weapons, don't I?"
"Nrrrf!" Hannah moaned. Sydney's strong, freckled fingers
exploring the skin-tight crotch of her leather pants.
"Nothing lethal down here," Sydney whispered, then shifted her
Hannah's bulging, half-exposed breasts. "Or here."
Hannah shivered, again, then opened her eyes.
Sydney had taken a step back and was gazing into her prisoner's
face. "You know that I love you, Hannah, don't you?" she
Hannah blinked in surprise. Sydney's expression was...
the hell is this about? she wondered, then nodded.
"Remember that," Sydney continued. "I'll never let any
to you. Remember that."
Sydney sighed, then drew her sword. "Let's get on with
muttered, then gripped the nexus of ropes between Hannah's
blades with her left hand and pushed her out the
door and down the hallway.
That was weird, Hannah
though, as she was ushered along. I'll have to get her to explain,
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down in one of the torture chambers...
Mistress of Foxwood Keep, gazed down at her helpless
"Princess Alice", the prisoner in question, gazed back.
a long, medieval gown of forest green velvet
with full skirts and drooping sleeves. This particular
design had a tightly laced
bodice and plunging neckline. Her Ladyship preferred
décolletage. Her long, red hair
(the same coppery shade as her kid sister Sydney and young
Alice) trailed in a
braid down her back. Her only weapon was a small dagger
on the long
belt buckled loosely around her wasp-thin waist. Slipper
completed the ensemble.
Alice, on the other hand, was
naked, if you didn't count the
iron collar locked around her throat and the patina of sweat and
on her firm, toned, freckled body. Her red curls a tousled
mass, she lay on her back on the hard, oak surface of the
chamber's bondage table. Her ankles were a foot apart and
in stocks at
one end of the narrow strip of heavy timbers, and her wrists
trapped in similar
stocks at the other. The wooden fetters were adjusted to
stringent spread-eagle on the young damsel; however, the stretch
particularly punishing. And while the stocks were wide and
well-padded with scraps of fleece. On a slightly harsher
rope bound Alice's naked form to the table, dimpling her flesh
one side of the table to the other, traveling from lashing point
"Is it just me," Alice sighed, "or are they taking their sweet
getting down here?"
"They don't seem to be in a hurry," Jillian agreed. She
wine from a silver pitcher into a silver goblet, then took a
"Perhaps we can find a way to pass the time," she suggested.
"Oh, here we go," Alice muttered. "What are you going to
do to my
innocent, helpless body this
"I was speaking of Crown Princess Alice," the captive answered,
"the sweet, young, beloved-of-the-people ingenue kidnapped by
wicked, evil aunt."
"Who is eminently worthy of rescue," Jillian grinned.
"And somewhat thirsty."
Smiling sweetly, Jillian used one hand to lift and support her
head, and carefully
tipped the goblet so she could drink.
"Ahh, thanks," Alice sighed, licking her lips.
"My pleasure," Jillian responded. "And speaking of
She walked to a nearby table, set down the goblet, and surveyed
objects arrayed on its surface. They included a riding
multi-tailed flogger, a Drowish Torture Wand (a disguised
and a wooden cup holding a dozen long, stiff quills.
selected a quill, turned in a swirl of velvet, and strolled back
"There's nothing pleasurable about tickle-torture," Alice
"I was speaking of my pleasure,"
"Of course you were," Alice sighed.
Twirling the quill between her fingers, Jillian strolled to the
table. "Why didn't you go to San Francisco with Cricket
Connie?" she inquired.
Alice blinked at the unexpected question. "Oh, I don't
know. I think if I'd tagged along, this time, I might have
made Connie feel like a
wheel. This way, the cousins get a chance to
and I get plenty of
to, uh... bond."
"A very mature attitude, young lady," Jillian smiled. "I'm
"Thanks," Alice huffed. "Proud enough not to tickle my feet?"
Jillian gazed at the wrinkled soles and wiggling toes of the
helpless feet in
question. She smiled and continued to twirl the
"Oh, very well," she said, finally.
"Thank you," Alice
and watched as Jillian strolled to the table's midpoint, roughly
hips and waist.
"Goodness," Jillian purred, "just look how vulnerable this position
ribs and armpits."
"Jillian!" Alice whined.
"This is a torture chamber," Jillian noted, still smiling.
has to be some torture."
"Not really," Alice countered. "It's just a walk-through,
"I thought you were bored with the wait."
"Bored? Who, me?" Alice squirmed in her bonds.
"No way! I'm not
Just then, the iron-bound, wooden door opened, revealing a bound
gagged Hannah. Behind her, with sword drawn, was the
"My hero!" Alice cried, lifting her head and batting her eyes
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"How dare you," Jillian said, in a conversational tone.
have you flogged, etc., etc. I reach for my dagger—"
hand moved to her belt—
Pushing the bound and gagged Hannah before her, Sydney
rushed forward and used the tip of her sword to lift her big
chin. "No you don't, Cruel Tyrant."
Jillian raised her hands. "What are you going to do,
"I'm taking the Princess back to her mother, the Queen." Sydney
"I'm saved!" Alice sighed.
"Uh... too much sugar, Princess," Jillian said. "You're a
spoiled, regal brat, remember?"
Alice favored the Mistress of the Keep with her best pout.
spoiled, regal brat isn't overjoyed
clutches of her wicked aunt?"
"You should discuss the subtleties of the character with
Jillian suggested, "before we move on to dress rehearsals,
"Ahem," Sydney interrupted.
"Oh, sorry," Jillian chuckled. She turned to face the wall
placed her spread hands on the rough stone.
"One move and I'll run you through," Sydney warned, then
sword and reached for a convenient coil of rope.
"Outrage, dire warnings, etc., etc.," Jillian countered.
Hannah watched as Sydney gathered Jillian's hands behind her
began tying another box-tie. This surprised none
arms-folded-and-pinned technique was the Evil Baroness'
favorite. Cloth stuffing and a gag followed. Next,
tied one end of a second coil of rope around Jillian's throat,
Hannah to Lady Foxwood's side, and used the
middle of the rope to give the bound Saxon a neck tether.
pulled the remaining free end through an iron ring set in the
a quick-release knot.
Alice rolled her eyes. "Wrong! You're supposed to
bound hand and foot on the floor on opposite sides of the
Close together, like that, they can untie
Sydney strolled to a wooden trunk, opened the lid, and rummaged
inside. "They won't have time."
Alice was still confused. "But... Connie's stage
clear. You're supposed to bind and gag
Her Ladyship and her
untie me, I get dressed—" She nodded towards the dirty,
"Cinderella Dress" hanging from a
peg by the door. "And then we sneak through the Keep and
the Green Wood."
"Change of plan," Sydney chuckled. She strolled to the
table. It was obvious she was hiding something behind her
"Aw, c'mon!" Alice complained. "Kay-bear's away and it's
my turn to cook.
pork loin roast is already marinating. If you want to eat,
tonight, I need to get it into the
in the next hour. No—M'mmpfh!"
"Not to worry, twerp," Sydney grinned. She was busy
the large, padded, leather-clad plug of a panel-gag into Alice's
mouth. "I'll see to it." She turned her cousin's
side and buckled the gag's strap at the nape of her neck.
Her blue-green eyes wide with outrage (and poorly disguised
Alice squirmed and tugged on her bonds and glared at her older
smug face. "Nrrrrf!"
Sydney reached out and cupped Alice's slightly stretched,
breasts, and gave them a gentle squeeze. She then took the
between her thumbs and forefingers and gave them a tug.
"Let's see now," Sydney purred. "Right off the top of my
can think of three ways to entertain these little gals. I
apply spring-loaded clamps and rig the water-torture apparatus
spout dripping on your forehead. As the reservoir empties,
drop, and the attached cords will
slooowly tighten the clamps." She gave the nipples another
pull. "Or, option two with the clamps, I can use a pair of
wet, rawhide thongs
stretching up to a
pair of the rings in the ceiling joists. As they
squirmed as Sydney gave the nipples a third tug. "And
there's that candelabra Cody came up with, the one with the
makes it wiggle and shake at random intervals, causing it to
hot wax on whoever happens to be a bound prisoner below."
slowly, gently rolled the nipples. "Decisions,
"Mmmpfh!" Jillian stamped a foot and sent a disapproving
her sister's direction.
Sydney leaned close and kissed Alice's forehead. "Later,"
purred, then turned to Jillian. "Not the sort of thing you
at Foxwood, is it, Jillie? Not unless Alice has earned
punishment with yet another of
charge." She strolled to Hannah and Jillian,
released the rope tether, and led them towards the door.
"But you aren't in
charge, not at
moment. Are you, dear sister?"
Jillian looked back over her shoulder at Alice. Confusion
gagged faces. Hannah simply stared straight ahead, at her
captor's back (and the twin bulges of her firm, leather-clad
"Later, twerp," Sydney chuckled, pulling the torture chamber's
Alice heard the thunk of
bolt being thrown and watched the lever on the inside slide in
She waited for the sound of the lock being turned... but it
came. Not that it
Where is Syd taking them?
And what's she gonna do?
She's really pushing her luck, this time, by messing with
Jillie-bean. And what a bitch for not including me
least she could do is drag me along so I could watch.
The naked prisoner willed herself to relax... and to wait... and
to not think about
what the bitch in
question might do to her helpless, naked body when she did return.
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way up the stairs to
the main Keep, Hannah looked back over her shoulder at her
prisoner. Jillian gazed back with what Hannah interpreted
calm tolerance. She was "letting" her kid sister
have her fun, and wasn't ready to draw the line.
Well, Hannah decided, Her Ladyship may be willing to
Job-like patience, not knowing what lies ahead... But
at some point I'm
to stop being a
Minion and start being
She decided to voice a
complaint—"M'mmrfh!"—and was ignored. "M'MMrfh." She was still ignored.
By this time, they had reached a side door and were leaving the
Hannah squirmed in her bonds and stamped her feet.
"Settle down, Saxon," Sydney ordered.
Hannah sighed through her gag and trudged in her captor's
Jillian was still content to be her sister's prisoner.
In any case, Her Ladyship was keeping pace. There was no
on Hannah's neck tether from either
front or back. They
crossed the bridge and stream... the meadow beyond... then
the hill to the Inner Gate.
The lantern dangling above the portal glowed with a warm, amber
signaling the official sanction
of "special activities". Of course, as the gate marked
the border of Foxwood's fantasy realm, dragging the Lady
of the Keep and/or her Captured Minion into the modern world
Sydney swung open the gate and held it so her captives could
through. Hannah dutifully shuffled between the gateposts,
her leash snapped taut. Jillian had finally put her foot
down—both feet, literally.
Staring evenly at her sister, Her Ladyship shook her gagged
Sydney smiled and stepped back across the threshold, letting her
block the closing gate. She took hold of the rope lead
prisoners and pulled Jillian forward. "Silly Rabbit," she
scolded, "you're not in charge." Shifting her grip to the
of Jillian's box-tie, between her breasts, she dragged her
gate and towards
the Outer Mews.
The dignified disapproval on Jillian's gagged face made her
position on the matter quite clear, but she resumed her
Hannah followed in their wake.
They rounded the side of the Outer Mews, and the eyes of both
popped wide with
"M'mmmrfh?" they said, more or less in
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in the chain-link fence separating the Outer Mews from
the turnaround beyond was standing open, and parked in the
the gravel expanse was a very unusual vehicle. It could
described as a cross between a horseless carriage and a two-ton
military truck. It had a cab-forward
design with a flat, vertical windscreen and an enclosed cargo
area. The boxy frame had no
curves, no concession to streamlining.
Its front wheels were over-sized in comparison to normal
same scale, and the rather thin tires were mounted on spoked
hubs. The rear wheels were smaller and more conventional,
they were paired, giving the vehicle a total of six. The
were also spoked, but the spokes were thicker and heavier that
Finally, it was painted black with a delicate filigree of
tracing the edge of its angular plates. The overall
effect was somewhat Victorian, enhanced by what was apparently a
smokestack mounted behind the cab on
side. It had an ornate cap and was a scaled-down version
sort of thing one would expect to see on an old steam
There was one glaring concession to normality: a California
license plate in an ornate frame was mounted on the front
Standing in front of the vehicle were two women. Both were
covered head-to-toe in skintight leather, including their
knee-boots, catsuits, gloves, and aviator helmets with silvered
goggles and face-masks. The style was late 19th or early
Century, and while their identities were hidden, their very feminine
curves were not. Both had rather exotic pistols holstered
right hips, and one held a bizarre looking... blunderbuss?
Whatever it was, the long-gun had an elaborate carved stock and
ended in the shape of a bell.
"Very Jules Verne," Sydney chuckled as she led her captives
The leather-clad, masked women remained as silent and motionless
"Not in the mood for chitchat, eh?" Sydney asked. "Just as
well." She presented the end of the captives'
"Here they are, as promised."
"M'mmrfh?" It was another simultaneous "inquiry" from
The leather drone without the blunderbuss took the rope and
prisoners towards the back of the strange truck.
"Wait," Sydney said, stepped forward, and kissed Hannah on the
cheek. "I love you," she said in a hoarse whisper, then
and walked back towards the open gate.
"M'MMRFH!!" Both captives were struggling and mewling
Her back turned, Sydney failed to notice the drone with the
lifting her weapon and taking aim.
With a loud report,
cloud of white smoke erupted from the bell. As it cleared,
struggling, cursing form of Sydney Foxwood was revealed, rolling
gravel, trapped in the tight folds of a net.
"What the hell do you think you're—M'mmmpfh!" The second
had slung her weapon, surged forward, and was holding a white
Sydney's net-shrouded face. "Nrrrrf!" Seconds
then Sydney's struggles ceased and her eyes rolled up in her
Hannah and Jillian were
still being dragged towards the truck, mewling and contesting
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Some hours later,
in her usual place. She noticed that Connie's slot was
empty, as expected. She assumed the Scholar and the Elf
still in San Francisco, as planned. Also, Hannah's
apartment was dark. This wasn't unusual. The
Artisan/Saxon Thrall often spent her evenings in the Keep,
her bed on the second floor of the Outer Mews only after the
off to their own beds in the Residents' Wing—assuming the blond
wasn't destined to spend the night tied
to Sydney's bed, of
Lady Foxwood's Master Cook and Gardener went to the changing
donned her Prosperous Peasant costume, then transferred the
she'd purchased at the nursery to a wicker basket for their trip
greenhouse. The bulk of her nursery order would be
tomorrow, by truck.
Mentally reviewing her planting plan for the impending arrivals,
Mistress Kayley exited the Outer Mews and headed for the
climbed the hill, the
amber lantern of the Inner Gate came into view. Kayley
grinned. That's right,
'play night'. Hannah
might wind up in anybody's bed. I wonder if Jillian
She dropped the basket and rushed forward.
Hanging from the same crossbeam as the lantern was a net, and
the net was a writhing, wiggling form.
The light from the lantern was sufficient to reveal the
well-gagged body of Sydney Foxwood—a very angry Sydney
was dressed in one of her Evil Baroness costumes, hunched
forward in a
tuck with her chin resting on her knees. Rope—and it was a
braided synthetic dyed antique-gold
that was not Foxwood
standard—bound the redhead's wrists behind her
back, lashed her arms to her sides, her ankles and knees
was wrapped and cinched around her leather-clad body. A
linen was stuffed in her mouth and a cleave-gag held it in
She glared at Kayley. "M'mmmprfh!"
Kayley smiled and shook her head—then her smile faded.
something in Sydney's eyes, something beyond the expected angry
to be set
free: fatigue. She's
Kayley's instincts told her this was not an example of the
Follies. Special Activities often spilled beyond
the Keep and into the forest, but all the way to the Inner
Jillian would have words for whoever had perpetrated this
deed—words, and possibly several whacks on the rump.
Kayley went for the knot tied to one of the gateposts, to
release the rope suspending the net and lower Sydney to the
paused. There was a translucent, glassine envelope tucked
the loops of the knot. Kayley pulled it free and opened
flap. Inside was another envelope, this one of expensive,
cream-colored parchment. Inked on its surface, in flowing
script, she read:
~Please Read Immediately ~
over the envelope to break the seal—and froze. Written on
flap, in the same elegant hand, was a name from Kayley's past, a
she hadn't thought
about for many years.
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