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through her tape-gag as she watched the scenery pass. She
was in the back of the limousine, between Jillian
Caroline. A seat-belt and two
crisscrossing shoulder-belts kept her "safe", as did the belt
her ankles together and against the base of the seat, down near
floorboard. Lady Foxwood and Mistress Saunders made
do with a seat-belt and a single shoulder-belt, each.
the elegantly dressed ladies were free. Hannah, on the
still had her arms folded behind her back and trapped in a tight
foam ball stuffed in her mouth, and her lips sealed by a wide
flesh-colored tape with makeup and lip gloss applied to disguise
reason for her
involuntary silence. The makeup was an unnecessary
precaution. The side
windows of the limo were silvered and no one could see into the
back. Hannah did notice
mode of transport.
While Hannah stewed in her bonds (and pretended not to listen),
Jillian briefed Caroline on
her final "adventure" at Silverberry.
"I can understand that you might find it amusing to hear my
before starting, "but I wouldn't want to get Polly and Dakin in
"Not to worry," Caroline had chuckled. "This is all in the
of professional exchange. Besides... they were following
"What a startling revelation," Jillian purred (her voice dripping sarcasm).
told her story. "Finally, they dressed
me and we left. Poor little Chloe remained
behind, hogtied on your bed."
Caroline smiled. "Right about now, Jaclyn will be catching
and Dakin in the act of 'abusing' poor Chloe. By way of
Chloe will be encouraged to take revenge on her fellow maids in
of the basement disciplinary chambers. Under Jaclyn's
Jillian smiled. "Of course."
"Polly is an old hand in such things, but Dakin is something of
"I would never have guessed," Jillian chuckled.
Caroline smiled. "I thought she was ready. We'll see
she fares during phase-II."
Jillian more or less naked,
bound, and gagged, Hannah mused, while a naked and bound Chloe
pussy... That's hot. I'd buy the blu-ray of that.
being a prisoner, while Jillie-bean got to be an
elegant lady and very much not
a prisoner. Still...
stuff to Polly and the blonde... That's hot, too.
"Would anyone care for some tea?" Caroline offered, pulling a
from a cabinet built into the partition between the driver and
"Yes, thank you," Jillian answered, then began peeling the tape
Hannah's mouth. It stretched the blonde's lips and face as
adhesive surrendered. Jillian then plucked the foam ball
employee's mouth. "Spot of tea, Hannah?"
"If I was speaking to
Hannah huffed, "I'd say yes."
"Hannah can share my cup." Jillian purred, then leaned close and
Hannah's pouting lips. "Forgive me, Hannah. You know
can't resist seeing you in situations like this." Caroline
Jillian a cup and saucer and she held it to Hannah's
Hannah sipped the hot tea— Delicious!
—and swallowed. "I'll talk to you, but I don't forgive you."
smile threatening to curl her lips somewhat nullified the later
"Good enough," Jillian chuckled, then sipped from the cup,
"Just as well. We've got a lot to talk about. I've
the phone with Kayley, and I intend to make some changes."
smiled at Caroline. "Useful things,
telephones. A pity we can't use them at Foxwood."
"You have phones," Caroline objected. "Cell phones,
Jillian shrugged. "I mean use them more openly, without
discovery by guests—guests paying for the illusion of medieval
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall," Hannah whispered to herself,
"What was that?" Jillian inquired.
Hannah smiled. "I've got it! If the elves can make
light bulbs, why can't they make magic mirrors?"
"Oh, Hannah!" Jillian gasped, "that's brilliant!"
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, I'd like to make a
local call," Caroline laughed. "Brilliant, indeed."
Both ladies leaned close and kissed Hannah's cheeks (causing her
blush). "I bet
Cricket could write an iPhone app to simulate a
"If one doesn't already exist," Jillian agreed, then kissed
cheek, again. "You're getting a bonus for that, my Saxon
Hannah blushed. "That's two
Jillian raised an eyebrow. "Two bonuses?"
"One for the idea," Hannah clarified, "and one for getting
on this farce as your 'traveling companion'."
"May I remind you that your current circumstances are of
and not mine?" Jillian purred. "In any case, as Baroness
I have every right to punish rebellious subjects who conspire to
my lawful authority."
"Oh... I suppose so," Hannah conceded. "Okay, one bonus... one big bonus."
Jillian winked at the much amused Caroline. "Agreed.
One big bonus."
She held the cup
for Hannah to drink, again. "Now, things to talk
assume you want to murder my little sister?"
"Not murder," Hannah smiled. "Torture in a most cruel
perhaps, but not murder. May I borrow one of the Stone
chambers? The one with the Horse, if it's available."
"I'll check the schedule," Jillian chuckled. "Seriously,
"With respect to Sydney?" Hannah sighed. "We'll talk
"Excellent," Jillian purred, then kissed Hannah, again, this
lips. "Now, about those changes I mentioned."
The limousine rolled along, eating the miles between Silverberry
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at Foxwood around mid-afternoon. The main gate
was standing open, confirming for Hannah that their arrival was
expected; however, no one was waiting to greet them.
chauffeur opened the limo's back door and helped the passengers
disembark. She then
opened the trunk and removed a large leather portmanteau.
"The Foxwood costumes you arrived in," Caroline explained,
"You mean we were kidnapped in,"
"Just so," Caroline smiled," then turned to the chauffeur.
"Place it..." She gestured towards the
Outer Mews. "The Carriage House?"
"The Outer Mews," Jillian corrected.
"The Outer Mews," Caroline smiled.
"Anyplace out of the weather is fine," Jillian added.
The chauffeur placed the portmonteau under the
overhang, then touched her cap.
"Thank you, Karen," Caroline said, planting a kiss on the
cheek as she passed.
"Madam," the blushing chauffeur muttered, then returned to the
Hannah watched as the limo purred to life and pulled away, and not towards the
she going to park in one of the bays?" No one
Hannah turned back to the Mews to find Jillian and Caroline
the far corner.
"Aren't you coming, Hannah?" Jillian called.
Apparently (obviously) Mistress Caroline was going to be staying
while. "Nobody tells me anything," Hannah muttered to
she stomped after the two mistresses. That wasn't true,
of course, but it would be
to be fully informed
once in a while. As she rounded the
Mews and was catching up to the others, the main gate hummed to
started sliding closed. Somebody's
Mews, she surmised. Whoever they were, they
remained hidden from view.
"We'll change in the Keep," Jillian said as they continued up
towards the Inner Gate. "Kayley has the appropriate
ready and waiting in the Roman Bath changing room."
As they approached the Inner Gate, Hannah could see Kayley,
Connie waiting. All three were on the far side of the
symbolic barrier, broad smiles on their faces. The lantern
the gate glowed amber.
Kayley was in her usual Prosperous Peasant/Mistress of the
outfit, complete with stained apron.
Constance was in her customary Shabby
Scholar outfit: simple dress, faded academic robe, and
Alice was a Princess, and not
in a loose French braid intertwined with a pair of
narrow braids. Her gown was in two shades of sage velvet,
generous décolletage and a tightly laced bodice. It was
opposite of tattered and soiled. If Disney ever decided to
Celtic Cutie to its pantheon of animated Princesses, Alice would
"Welcome home, Lady Foxwood," Kayley said with a deep bow.
focused on Hannah and her smile broadened. "I see the
"Thank you," Jillian chuckled, then placed an arm on Hannah's
and kissed her cheek. "But why should my loyal retainer
'escape'?" She gestured towards Caroline. "May I
Lady Caroline Saunders, the Baroness Silverberry.
gestured towards Alice, "Princess Alice, Crown Princess of the
Caroline executed an appropriately deep curtsy, as if she were
introduced to Victoria Regina,
"Baroness," Alice responded, with a rank-appropriate
curtsy. She then rushed forward, went up on her toes, and
Jillian on the cheek. "Welcome home, Auntie." She
focused of Hannah. "Welcome to you as well, Ha—" Her
shot up and covered her smiling mouth. She cleared her
tried again. "Welcome home, Hannah-he-he—m'mmfh!"
Connie stepped forward, giving Alice a tap on the arm as
she passed. She embraced Hannah's glowering, blushing
"Welcome home, Hannah-bear," she sighed, but clearly, it was all
could do not to break down laughing, like Alice.
"Alice," Jillian chided her young cousin, "a Princess does not find
the public humiliation of an innocent commoner amusing,"
"Sorry, Auntie," Alice giggled, "but apparently, a Baroness of
Royal Line thinks nothing of perpetrating
the public humiliation of said innocent commoner."
Hannah, kissed her lips, as well,
and lifted her Silverberry Academy cape. "Release her,"
ordered, and Connie hastened to obey. "Sorry for laughing,
whispered as Connie attacked the laces of Hannah's arm-binding
Just then, Cricket came scampering up the path from the Outer
Mews. She was dressed in a soiled, ragged shift of
with a belt of ratty hemp rope. Well-worn sandals were
her feet and calves and her pixie-cut hair was as much of a
mess as its length would allow.
Her skin was soiled with the grime of hard work (or a reasonable
facsimile, thereof), and an iron thrall's collar was locked
throat. "The gate is closed and the alarm set," she
then hugged Jillian. "Welcome home, Jillie-bean," she
giggled. She then turned her dimpled smile to
take it you're the dastardly kidnapper?"
"Caroline Saunders," Caroline responded.
"Cricket Clarke," Jillian introduced the ragged newcomer, then
towards Connnie, "and her cousin, Scholar Constance Clarke."
Cricket and Connie curtsied, then Cricket turned to Hannah, put
hand over her mouth, and giggled.
But this time, Hannah was free of the binder. She rolled
her eyes, then took Connie by the shoulders and gently pushed
to Alice. "Get in line," she told Cricket, then unbuttoned
cape, pulled it off, and
tossed it to Jillian. She then turned in a slow
"Okay," she huffed, hands on hips, "get it over with."
Jillian, Caroline, and Kayley watched (with involuntary smiles)
Alice, Connie, and Cricket doubled over with laughter.
"You should both be ashamed," Kayley muttered, directing her
Jillian and Caroline.
"Oh, we are," Jillian responded, then smiled at Caroline,
agreed, then, together with Jillian, joined
the others in a giggling fit.
Only Kayley remained in control (just barely). She locked
Hannah and they both sighed and shook their heads.
"You have to admit," Kayley told the glowering blonde, "you are a pretty funny looking
"Downright hilarious," Hannah huffed. "I've also got clothes waiting
Roman bath?" Kayley nodded and Hannah pushed past the
and stomped up the trail, towards Foxwood.
"Aren't you going to wait for us?" Kayley called after her.
"Eat me!" Hannah called back over her shoulder.
Kayley smiled. "Maybe later!" she shouted.
"She isn't really mad,
she?" Caroline asked.
Jillian and Kayley shook their heads, then Jillian gestured
path. "Shall we?" she suggested, and
they all followed in Hannah's wake.
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running. "Roman Bath!"
she called back.
Hannah smiled. She couldn't stay mad at Cricket... or the
others. It was good to be home. As Foxwood came into
she paused and stared at the Stone Tower. Sydney! It was there
her lover was waiting. Hannah also
noted the orange banner flying from the Paramount Tower,
in the gentle breeze.
Hannah continued up the path and entered the Keep through the
then made her way to the Roman
Bath. The tap of her patent leather pumps on the Foxwood
was... strange. It would be good to get out of her absurd
outfit and back into one of her Saxon Thrall costumes.
Cricket was waiting in the changing room. She opened one
lockers and pointed inside. "That's you,
Hannah-bear," she said, then opened another locker and began
dark-jade, velvet gown Hannah recognized as one of Her
turned to the locker Cricket had indicated, and frowned.
"Jillian was saving it for your birthday," Cricket explained,
Kay-bear talked her into giving it to you now."
It was similar to other Saxon fantasy costumes in Hannah's
the Outer Mews, but was... finer. The leather was a
gleaming brown, and the belts and straps were of thin thongs
complex patterns. The buckles and other fittings were
brass, all crafted in the highly-stylized Saxon style.
By this time, Jillian, Caroline, and the others were entering
changing room. Princess Alice found a comfortable bench,
gracefully sat, crossed her dainty, slipper-clad feet, arranged
the velvet skirt of her gown, and watched the others.
"Scholar Constance, Mistress Kayley, "Jillian ordered, "please
Connie and Kayley began helping "Lady Saunders" remove her
garb. Cricket assisted Jillian.
Hannah continued removing her Kinky Schoolgirl drag, ignoring
others amused glances as she stripped off the jacket, skirt, and
"Can you reach the laces of your corset?" Jillian asked.
"Not really," Hannah admitted as she unbuckled the chamois
many straps, "but I
can still get the damn thing off." The last buckle
to the floor, and she started donning
her new costume. Sandals laced to her knees and a linen
loincloth covered her loins. There was a short kilt of
leather, a bra with brass cups and multiple straps covered her
breasts, bracers for both wrists with brass
decorations, and finally, a torc of hammered gold for her
throat. It was not a
thrall's collar, but the badge of a
high-ranking Saxon. She admired herself in one of
the changing room's full length mirrors.
"There's a matching weapons belt in the Armory," Jillian
this time, Her Ladyship had stripped and donned loincloth,
and slippers, and Cricket was buttoning up the back of her gown.
"It's... beautiful," Hannah sighed, admiring her
hands were busy unbraiding her pigtails.
"Not historically correct, of course," Connie noted, "but
Hannah combed her fingers through her tousled hair and shook her
so her blond curls fell down her back. She then went to
her cheek. "Thank you."
Jillian kissed her back. "You're welcome, 'Hannah Blood
then handed her a key. "The West Princess Suite in the
Tower," she whispered in Hannah's right ear. "Go."
Hannah grinned. "Try and stop me," she chuckled, and made
By this time, Kayley and Constance had reduced Caroline's
bloomers, chemise, and corset, and the corset laces were finally
enough for the row of clips to be released. Apparently,
and Connie were not experienced maids (or had been purposely
their time). The corset finally came free,
Kayley pulled the loosened chemise over Caroline's raised arms,
pulled down her bloomers, and the Mistress of Silverberry
Lady Foxwood strolled over to the locker closest to Caroline and
helpers. "Her Ladyship's costume is here?" Kayley
and Jillian opened the locker.
Caroline's smile faded as she focused on the locker's
She'd been expecting a velvet gown, similar to Jillian's.
Instead, steel cuffs and chains were hanging from the locker's
Suddenly, Caroline was grabbed by her helpers and forced to her
knees. "Wha—M'mmpfh!" Cricket had stuffed a
rag in her mouth and was tying a narrowly folded burlap cloth as
cleave-gag. Kayley was holding Caroline's arms behind her
back, tight enough to press her elbows together.
Smiling sweetly, Jillian sat on a nearby bench as Cricket
behind her and began
removing the pins of her Silverberry coiffure. "Secure the
Baroness," she ordered, "but try not to mark all that pretty,
too badly. I want to see how it marks under the lash,
"If she knows what's good for her," Kayley growled, maintaining
grip, "she'll accept her fate."
Cricket continued removing Jillian's hairpins, then began
Ladyship's copper-red tresses in a loose French Braid.
watched as Connie carried various fetters and chains from the
and locked them around Caroline's ankles, wrists, and
then began removing the Mistress of Silverberry's
Caroline's dark brown locks fell free, but were not plaited or
way. Finally, Kayley hauled her to her bare feet.
Naked and gagged, her hair a tousled mass, Caroline was
Thick-walled shackles with a hobbling chain restrained her
ankles. Similar shackles bound her wrists behind her back
were linked by a
connecting chain to the back of her thick, heavy collar.
Jillian reached into the locker and produced an iron chastity
belt. Like the other hardware, it had a hand-forged,
appearance. With Kayley's assistance, Jillian fit the belt
Caroline's waist and through her crotch, then turned the key in
belt's lock, just below the prisoner's navel. "I promised
complete tour of Foxwood," she purred, locking eyes with
we'll start with one of my favorite venues." She handed
to Kayley, then took hold of the long chain dangling from the
ring of Caroline's collar, and stepped away.
The chain snapped taut and Caroline stumbled in Jillian's
others tried to follow, but Kayley stood in the doorway,
exit. "And where do you think you're
Alice, Cricket, and Connie blinked in surprise. Then,
throat. "Uh, we were going to watch."
Kayley shook her head and pointed to the clothing scattered
benches and floor. "No, Princess, you're going to supervise
gets cleaned up." She focused on Cricket.
"Then, thrall, you're
your chores and start prepping the Common Room for
shifted her gaze to Constance. "And you're going to
She shook a warning finger. "And if any of you go anywhere
Stone Tower, you'll spend the next month as a
Cricket started to say something, but her mouth snapped shut
gaze of Kayley's pale-blue eyes. "Or,
in your case, you'll
spend an additional month
drudge-thrall. I don't care if all three of you end up in
rags and collars and sleeping in the dungeon at night.
and Sydney their privacy."
"Yes, Kay-bear," Alice, Cricket, and Connie droned in unison.
Kayley turned and left, hurrying to catch up with Lady Foxwood
"Caroline is hot,
don't you think?" Cricket said.
"Pretty skin," Constance agreed.
"And those eyes," Alice sighed. "They're kinda like
Cricket and Connie nodded, then all three sighed and set about
up and sorting discarded clothing.
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was a little early for Kayley to deliver
her supper tray. The door opened—and Sydney gasped in
Hannah was standing in the threshold, resplendent in her new
her blond hair a tousled mass.
Sydney was standing beside her crude bed, chained by the neck to
wall of her cell. Her red hair was in even greater
Hannah's, and her gown was a tattered, soiled disgrace.
Sydney's heart was hammering. "Are you mad at me?" she
Hannah strode across the cell, embraced Sydney, and their lips
met in a
kiss. The kiss continued for several seconds.
came up for air. "Furious," she gasped, and the kiss
Sydney turned her head and shivered as Hannah nuzzled her
"I'm sorry," she sighed.
"No you're not," Hannah whispered, and the kissing
"Besides," she said at the next break, "I'm going to mess with
"Mess with me?" Sydney sighed. "I suppose it's only fair."
Hannah broke the embrace and walked out the door. "Hold
thought," she called back over her shoulder, and was
"Hannah?" Sydney received no reply. Seconds
turned into a minute... and then two.
Finally, Hannah returned, She had a brush and comb in one
hand. "Strip," she ordered.
"Off with the clothes, Red!" Hannah barked, a smile curling her
Sydney sighed and peeled off her ragged gown. Nude but for
collar and chain—her copper-red tresses a dirty tangle—her
freckled skin in need of more than the sponge baths she'd been
allowed by Kayley, her jailer—Sydney awaited Hannah's next
Hannah stepped forward, handed Sydney the brush set, then sat on
bed. "Saxon braids," she ordered.
"You want me to—"
"Give me a comb-out, part it down the middle, and give me Saxon
braids." Hannah held up some leather thongs. "For
Sydney knelt on the bed behind Hannah and set to work.
"Kayley gave Jillian a glowing report about Alice," Hannah
"Apparently, the Princess did a bang-up job as Mistress of the
in Her Ladyship's absence."
"I wouldn't know," Sydney huffed. "I've been stuck in this
"Where you belong," Hannah chuckled.
"Anyway," Sydney sighed, "we only had two parties of
guests, or so Kay-bear told me. And all they wanted
to lounge around in medieval costumes and stuff their faces with
Kayley's food. How hard could it be to supervise that?"
"Still, Alice has been promoted to Jillian's second in command."
Sydney paused in the act of plaiting the first of Hannah's
braids. "That's my
"That was your job,"
purred. "You're demoted from Evil Baroness to Princess."
Sydney frowned, and continued the task at hand.
huffed. "How is that a demotion?" She finished the
and began whipping the end with a thong.
"Allow me to clarify," Hannah chuckled. "You've been
the lead in Connie's 'Rescue the Kidnapped Princess' scenarios."
"You're taking Alice's place," Hannah clarified. "Also,
Sydney has been demoted to sidekick. You're now second
'Hannah Blood Axe'—Saxon Princess, Sword Maiden, fiercely loyal
retainer of Lady Foxwood,
and very much not a
thrall. Connie will have to rewrite our back-stories."
"You expect me to—"
"I expect you to take your punishment like a big girl," Hannah
chuckled, then turned and kissed Sydney's pouting lips.
"Besides, Alice could use a
little room to grow, don't you think?"
Sydney resumed plaiting the second braid. "I suppose," she
conceded, then accepted another thong and tied off the
"There," she sighed. "Finished."
Hannah stood and turned. A single thong remained in her
She smiled at the naked, kneeling Sydney... then pounced.
"Hey!" Sydney fought (not really) but soon found herself
stomach on the bed with Hannah straddling her body with her
her butt and binding her
wrists behind her back. "Bitch!" she complained.
Hannah rolled the pouting redhead onto her back and bound hands,
settled her weight on Sydney's waist.
"Horse!" Sydney complained. "Get off me!"
Hannah cupped Sydney's breasts and gently squeezed. "Is
way for a Lowly Sidekick to talk to a Mighty Hero?"
"Eat me!" Sydney huffed.
"All in good time," Hannah purred, then leaned close and kissed
Sydney's lips. "As I recall," she whispered, "the last
said to me before I was hauled away by my kidnappers was,
'Remember, I love you'."
"Or words to that effect," Sydney agreed.
Hannah continued kneading Sydney's firm, freckled breasts and
kissed her lips, again. "I'm no psychiatrist," Hannah
said, "so I
don't know if your ego has commitment issues, or your superego
a pathetic mess, or what; but know this..." She kissed
again. "If you want to get rid of me, you're going to have
a lot harder."
Sydney shook her head. "I don't want to—M'rrrf!" She was
by another kiss. "Mwah—really.
"You just have a funny way of showing it," Hannah
chuckled. "Now... where were we?" She leaned close,
"Wait!" Sydney huffed. "How long?"
"How long will you be my sidekick and Jillian's
smiled. "I suppose that's up to Her Ladyship. As for
and me... get used to being on the bottom, even if I am a 'horse'."
Sydney sighed, again. "Okay." A smile dimpled her
cheeks and her blue-green eyes sparkled. "May this Lowly
kiss her Hero's sweet red lips?"
Hannah rolled her eyes. "We'll work on the dialogue," she
muttered, and they kissed.
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ornate iron bands bent in a Celtic knot pattern. Kayley
forward, pulled a key-chain
her apron pocket, unlocked the door, and pulled it open.
The space beyond wasn't particularly large, and about a quarter
was occupied by a windlass system. A shallow basket of
suspended from four chains, which in turn were suspended from a
The yoke was attached to a heavy chain wrapped around a large
drum mounted in the wooden ceiling. A hatch was set in the
floor, under the basket. Flickering light was provided
by a large globe in an iron cage suspended over a second,
hatch. This hatch was open, its bolt thrown and the stout
square folded back on a heavy, hand-forged hinge. This
grid of thick iron bars, and below—inky darkness.
Kayley stooped and unlocked the large padlock securing the main
threw back the bolt, and heaved the hatch open. She then
large wheel that operated the winch and lowered the basket to
of the floor.
"Our elevator," Jillian explained, gesturing towards the basket.
Caroline had been looking around the chamber, taking in the
"Alice's design," Jillian explained. She stepped into the
then tugged on Caroline's chain.
Caroline sighed and "allowed" herself to be reeled in.
steadied the swaying basket as Jillian helped her hobbled
step inside, then clutched one of the basket's chains with her
hand and put her right arm around Caroline's waist.
"Seeing as how your hands are full," Kayley purred, stepped
and tucked a large, open padlock into Jillian's décolletage,
breasts. She then returned to the wheel and began turning
again. The basket and its two passengers dropped into the
"There are counterweights in the space above," Jillian
nodding upwards, "so Kayley can easily turn the winch.
Caroline's eyes were adjusting to the darkness as they dropped
lower. They was descending into a deep shaft, almost a
well. The bars of the small hatch above cast sinister
to be walls of rough-hewn stone blocks. She looked down
stone floor strewn with straw come into view.
The basket finally touched the straw and the winch
Jillian helped Caroline step out of the basket.
"Welcome to our oubliette," Jillian purred, then walked
through the straw to the far wall and Caroline followed.
It was a
short trip, less
than ten feet. Jillian plucked the open padlock from her
and locked the terminal link of Caroline's leash chain to an
set in the wall. Click!
you settle into the straw and enjoy a nice nap," she
suggested. "Meanwhile, I'm going to take a nice bath,
a goblet of chilled wine, and—"
Jillian's speech was interrupted by a loud, clattering noise
overhead. Simultaneously, the basket jerked into the air
and shot upwards.
"Hey!" Jillian shouted. She hurried over and jumped for
basket, but was too late to catch it. "Kayley? What
The rattling continued until the basket exited the hatch, twenty
overhead, then stopped. A few seconds later, Kayley
open hatch, hands on hips and gazing down at Jillian and
"Sorry to ruin your grand gloating scene, Jill!" Kayley shouted,
us have work to do!"
"This is mutiny!" Jillian yelled.
"Next time you feel like taking a holiday," Kayley's voice
leaving me behind to pick up the pieces, tell me ahead of time!"
"You want me to schedule my next kidnapping?" Jillian demanded.
Kayley's answer was to close the hatch. The distance was
great for the prisoners of the oubliette to hear the bolt slide
padlock click, but they did hear
Jillian sighed, walked over to Caroline, and untied her gag.
Caroline spat her rag stuffing into the straw, then licked her
lips. "You run a taut ship," she stated.
"Kayley will let us out of here in an hour or two," Jillian
"She's not about to prepare a welcome home feast, then leave us
the oubliette where we can't compliment her cooking."
"But you were going
to leave me down
accused, "admit it."
Jillian shook her head. "Only for a nap, Blue Eyes."
embraced Caroline and planted a kiss on her lips.
"I don't suppose you have the key to these chains," Caroline
"'Fraid not," Jillian answered, then piled the straw together,
She then helped her fellow prisoner recline, lay next to her,
resumed their embrace.
"Not even the key to this belt?" Caroline asked.
"Especially not the
that belt," Jillian chuckled. "We'll have to content
with sucking face." Her eyes glinted in the dim
course, I'm not wearing
"So, I can still do you," Caroline pouted, "even if you can't do
Jillian kissed Caroline, again. "I'd hate to impose on a
"A guest you stripped and locked in chains."
They kissed some more.
"We should have done this years ago," Jillian whispered.
"Have Kayley lock us in an oubliette?" Caroline whispered back.
"If that's what it would have taken for us to make up," Jillian
kneading Caroline's breasts. "Welcome to Foxwood, Caroline
"Just wait 'til I get you back at Silverberry," Caroline
"Just wait 'til I get all of
back at Silverberry."
"What makes you think I'm ever letting you go, Baroness?"
purred, and nuzzled her prisoner's neck.
"I still owe you a complete tour of Silverberry Manor," Caroline
"And I owe you a tour of Foxwood Keep," Jillian countered.
only the first stop."
"We'll work something out," Caroline sighed. Jillian was
on her left nipple.
"Maybe regular staff exchanges?" Caroline suggested.
"To compare means and methods," Jillian agreed. "We can
And the languishing in the oubliette continued. Neither
took a nap.
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