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an angry growl past her gag. The
figure was Ashley, with an irritatingly smug smile on her
irritatingly smug face.
The amazon mercenary's hand was on the pommel of her
broadsword, but she was
otherwise at ease as she faced Cricket. "Oh, here you are,
chuckled. "I was afraid you were lost and I'd have to go
"I wouldn't be much of a guide if that were the case," Cricket
"now would I?" She gave her pole-ax another flip, then
in the dirt and struck a swashbuckling pose, hand on
hip, shoulders thrown back, and dimpled chin raised. With
and cute features she evoked Peter Pan much more than Errol
was clear she was comfortable with her weapon, her surroundings,
the present company.
"Connie finally got the seat adjusted?" she asked.
Still smiling, Ashley was walking towards Pilar. "Yes,"
confirmed. "She'll have no trouble reaching the pedals on
drive to Foxwood." She focused on Pilar. "Well,
whore-dancer," she said, "none the worse for wear I see—Oof!"
As soon as her captor was within range, Pilar had delivered a
businesslike kick between
Ashley staggered back, tripped on her feet, and sprawled on her
backside in a tangle of satchel, bedroll, water-skin, and
Her hands were clutching her crotch, and she was gasping—no, laughing! Apparently,
kick hadn't been all that businesslike after all.
Her eyes wide, Cricket covered her mouth with her free hand and
"Oh, Pillie!" Ashley gasped, rolling in the dirt and struggling
extricate herself from the tangled straps of her
should've seen your face! You really
thought I was gonna leave you out here!" She climbed to
her feet and brushed the dirt from her backside, still
She turned to Cricket and pointed at Pilar, shaking her finger
"Now that was a
Cricket was still giggling, but Pilar glared at her captor with Proud
Contempt. It was
difficult to pull off, being virtually naked, bound in an
box-tie, tightly gagged, and smudged with dirt from head to toe,
Ashley stepped forward, embraced the pouting prisoner, and
kiss to her glistening, grimy forehead. "Okay, we're
whispered. "You forgive me?"
Pilar shook her shoulders and huffed through her gag, but she
disguise the sparkle in her eyes.
"Your v'jayjay okay?" Cricket asked.
"My what?" Ashley chuckled.
"Your hoo-haw, your wiener-warmer, your k'floppis, your—"
"Okay, okay, I'm fine," Ashley laughed.
"I can check it for you," Cricket offered, with a coy grin.
Ashley smiled at the saucy elf. "Maybe later," she
"Get your stuff."
Cricket walked back into the rhododendrons and quickly returned
water skin, and bedroll similar to Ashley's, as well as a
short, recurved bow and a quiver of arrows. She slung her
equipment, gave it a shake to settle the load, and stepped
onto the trail.
Meanwhile, Ashley had re-slung her own load and had retrieved
Pilar's hemp leash.
Pilar sighed and turned to face the trail, ready for the seven
hike to Foxwood—and suddenly her leash snapped taut and she was
the opposite direction. She spun on her sandaled heels and
at Ashley in surprise.
Their elf guide was already several yards down the trail.
paused and turned, leaning on her pole-ax/walking
"No problem," Ashley answered, and gave Pilar's leash another
tug. "Move it, Twinkle-Toes," she huffed, and started
Pilar had no choice but to follow. The long way! she
realized. They're going
to drag me the long
way! That's twelve miles! She forced a
questioning whine past her gag. "Mrmfh?"
"She's not very obedient, is she?" Cricket giggled.
"Not my problem," Ashley growled. "I just catch 'em.
not my job to train 'em."
Pilar sighed and trudged after her captors. Good thing these sandals really
in, she thought.
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back at Foxwood...
It was a beautiful day. Hannah and
out by the pond, on the Foxwood side, opposite the willow.
were on their backs on the soft grass, side by side, naked, wet
their recent swim, and basking
under the cloudless, cerulean sky. A dozen or more
fluttered overhead, catching insects to feed the perpetually
hatchlings waiting in the nests tucked under the eaves of
Alice wasn't quite naked.
thrall's collar was locked around her
throat. This was doubly appropriate, as it fit her role in
current scenario and it was
her turn in the monthly rotation as Kayley's helper.
Hannah, however, was totally
Her collar was absent, as it was not appropriate for her
this, her first orange banner drama.
"I could stay here forever," Alice sighed.
"Me too," Hannah agreed.
Just then, there was a rattling noise... the sunbathers lifted
heads... and watched Sydney emerge from one of
the trails. She was wearing a skimpy, skin-baring variant
her Evil Baroness costume:
slipper boots, a short leather kilt, a vest-like jerkin, and a
linen shirt with the sleeves rolled all the way up and tied at
fluttering ribbons. A sheathed longsword was slung behind
back and buckled tight to her waist and torso to keep it
otherwise "medieval" appearance—she was riding a modern trail
bike. She pedaled
to the sunbathers and skidded to a halt.
Shading her eyes with one hand, Hannah went up on her other
smiled at her girlfriend. "You made good time," she
observed. "Everything on track?"
"As far as I know," Sydney panted. Her nostrils flared and
heaving. The bike had saddlebags, front and back, but they
empty, their former contents having been delivered to a location
Hannah's eyes were on Sydney's bare, freckled legs, and the
glistening on the Baroness's throat, chest, and the tops of her
where they peeked from the top of the loosened jerkin and airy
"What has Jillie told you about sunscreen," Sydney huffed,
glaze to her young cousin.
Alice stretched and smiled up at Sydney. "Hannah was kind
to anoint my wiggling body," she cooed. "I wiggled, 'cause
"Cricket being otherwise occupied," Hannah explained, "it was
I could do."
"And I oiled up Hannah, too," Alice continued. "We gave
other several coats, and really
our time... writhing on the grass...
our slippery hands gliding over each other's smooth, naked
Hannah smiled. "You aren't jealous... are you?"
"Hah!" Sydney scoffed. "The Stone Tower?"
"Ready," Hannah replied, "both the cells and the new 'Pleasure
the noble suite on the West side."
"The new chain hoists above the stage?"
"Ready last week. Everything's ready," Hannah
be out here, otherwise."
Sydney climbed off the bike and eased it onto its side in the
grass. "Take that back to the Mews," she told Alice, then
on Hannah. "And as for you and your wandering hands..."
Hannah lay back down on the grass and smiled up at the Evil
Baroness. "I thought you said you weren't jealous?"
Sydney smiled, reached into her belt-purse, and
pulled out a coiled hank of thin cord.
"What are you going to do?" Hannah gasped, batting her eyes in
"As if you don't know," Alice chuckled as she climbing to her
Sydney pounced, rolling Hannah onto her stomach and pulling
her hands behind her back.
"Unhand me, you Cymric weasel!" Hannah complained as she kicked
squirmed. (Strangely, her vigorous efforts to avoid
totally ineffective.) "You have no right to do this!"
Sydney was binding Hannah's wrists together, with her hands
back-to-back and the palms out. She lashed her
thumbs and little fingers, as well. "Other than my right
Sydney chuckled. She snaked a single, figure-eight loop of
around Hannah's shoulders, threaded the free end back through
wrist bonds, and pulled.
"Ow!" Hannah complained. Her wrists were now lashed
shoulder blades, leaving her elbows bent and her hands
locked in an awkward and totally useless position.
"Big baby," Sydney admonished, then focused on Alice, who had
the bike and turned it towards the service road that led to the
the Outer Mews. "The right rear saddlebag, side pocket."
Keeping the bike upright with one hand, Alice opened the pocket
question and pulled out several additional coils of thin
"How much of this do
you want?" she inquired.
"All of it, silly," Sydney chuckled.
Alice sighed, then tossed the bundled coils to The Evil Baroness
(but the Princess's eyes were smiling).
"Come back when you've put away the bike," Sydney ordered.
a message for you to deliver to Mistress Kayley."
"Yes, Your Magnificence," Alice acknowledged, with a dainty
irreverent smirk. She climbed on the bike and pushed off,
damp, copper-red curls fluttering as she pedaled away.
Hannah had rolled over, heaved herself up, and was sitting on
Sydney bind her ankles. "You're in a perfidious mood," she
"Perfidious?" Sydney chuckled. She had used the long length of
the ankle cord to lash the
soles of Hannah's
feet together, as well, and was using the last of the free ends
bind her big toes. "I think you've been hanging around
Connie too much. Has she been giving you
"It's not exactly a final round word," Hannah purred.
"Perfidious—adjective—to act in the manner of a cruel,
sadistic harpy. Used in a sentence: Sydney Foxwood is
she's totally perfidious."
Sydney smiled, tossed the remaining cord next to Hannah and
scattered clothes, and straddled Hannah's waist. "Harpy,
think you have been
around Connie too much." She eased her
back onto the grass, leaned close, and kissed her lips.
careful not to press her weight against the captive's upper
the manner in which she had bound Hannah's wrists, thumbs, and
caused her pain. They came up for air and Sydney took the
Hannah's braids in her hands and gave them a gentle tug.
"Yeah," Hannah answered. Since arriving at Foxwood, she'd
quite adept at braiding her now very long hair, a skill that had
"I like the way you left the first part loose, almost like
braids, and then made the rest nice and tight," Sydney said,
the tightly wrapped inch or so of leather thongs midway down the
that enforced the
arrangement. A second pair of wrapped thongs kept the ends
braids from unraveling.
"Connie's idea," Hannah whispered, smiling up at her captor (and
lover). "Authentic Saxon braids, she calls them, although
no idea how she
knows they're actually 'authentic'."
"Whatever," Sydney chuckled. She sat up, reached under her
and began loosening her loincloth. Like the "medieval
the Foxwood residents usually wore under their costumes, it was
thin strip of soft, coarsely woven, natural linen. "The
kinda damp," Sydney purred, "as you can see."
Hannah watched as Sydney tied a loose overhand knot in the
the strip. That portion of the cloth did appear to be a little
"It's a strenuous trip all the way out to the Waterfall Campsite
Sydney explained, "so I got kinda sweaty. Also, several
the trail are rough, when you're on a bike. Not dangerous,
to rattling and the ride gets... interesting."
"You mean the bike seat becomes your new best friend?" Hannah
a grin. Her eyes were on the cloth. She knew what
coming. (The swallows still fly-catching overhead probably
knew what was coming.)
Sydney touched the warm, damp knot to Hannah's lips, she opened
mouth, and the knot was pressed home, into her mouth and between
teeth. The Evil Baroness cinched the cloth behind the
Prisoner's neck, paused to free her braids, then tugged it
The cinch became a square-knot, and Hannah had a cleave-gag,
enough to make her cheeks bulge.
Hannah rolled onto her side and watched as Sydney began
sword belt. The Red-haired Warrior wrapped the belt around
hilt and sheath and lay it in the grass, then unlaced and
kilt, blouse, and boots. Finally, as naked as Hannah
counting her bonds and gag), Sydney reached for the heavens in a
back-arching, spine-popping stretch.
"Arrrgh!" Sydney sighed. She finished her stretch and
at her prisoner. "A swim is a good idea," she purred, as
stooped and picked up an additional length of cord. "But
have to make sure you aren't a naughty girl. We wouldn't
to play with my sword
while I'm in the water, would we?"
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on her side and watched her girlfriend float in the still
water. The freckled, naked redhead was on her back, with
spread and her red curls fanned and floating behind her
Hannah though, evil, cruel,
Before diving from the dock, Sydney had used the cord to give
tight, single-strand crotch binding. It cleaved her sex
butt-crack, and also linked her already bound big toes to the
her braids, enforcing a stringent
Playing with her captor's sword (meaning trying to use it to
herself) was now totally out of the question. Okay, it
might have been possible, with a great deal of time and painful
wiggle over and eventually unwrap the sword belt from around the
then slide at least part of the blade from the sheath and saw
her bonds. It might have
possible, but only if her captor
decided to swim for, say, several hours, all the while ignoring
pathetic escape attempt.
Besides, escaping would ruin the game. Gone were Hannah's
about being perceived as a "weak subbie". Everyone in the
family knew of her propensity for the Damsel-in-Distress role,
all shared it,
to some degree. Even Sydney had her submissive side,
Hannah's girlfriend was much
being on top (like now). Jillian was the exception.
Beautiful, regal Jillian was always on top and in charge, as
Foxwood's unquestioned (and beloved) leader, and especially on the rare
when the Evil Tyrant version of Lady Foxwood came out to
Jillian Foxwood was never on
Hannah shifted her gaze towards the trail from the service
Alice, still naked except for her collar, of course, was
Her tousled and by this time thoroughly sun dried hair fluttered
breeze as she sauntered to Hannah's side.
Alice smiled down, coyly cocking her head to the side.
she cooed, "all helpless and naked. I bet the Baroness is
leave you like that all day. Good thing I did rub all that sunblock
Sydney had paddled to the dock, heaved herself from the water,
walking towards her cousin and helpless girlfriend. "Did
the tires and oil the chain before you put it on the rack?" she
she came near.
"No, I didn't wash the
oil the chain," Alice chuckled. "It's your damn
faded as she watched Sydney stoop and pick up the two remaining
of cord. "Uh... I gotta get back to work," she said.
did you want me to tell Kay-bear?"
"All in good time," Sydney purred, as she stepped between Alice
"No, no way," Alice said, shaking her head. Her eyes were
"Yes, way," Sydney chuckled, and made a grab for Alice's right
"No!" Alice shrieked, danced a step back, spun on her heels, and
away. "Help! Somebody help me!" she screamed.
Sydney was in hot pursuit. Hannah watched as the naked
sprinted towards the trail that skirted
the pond, led to the willow clearing, and continued up the
"Heeelp!" Alice continued to wail.
Al's gonna try and lose her in
trees, Hannah thought, then
double back and make for the kitchen—and Kayley's
Fat chance. She sighed and closed her eyes.
continued to scream for help, although who, exactly, she thought
provide said help wasn't at all clear. This was
Foxwood. If anyone responded
to her Piteous Pleas, they probably would help—the
Baroness. Hannah basked in the sun (and her bonds).
faint, distant shrieks, now from somewhere beyond the willow,
still be heard.
God I love this place,
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go," Alice complained.
Hannah opened her eyes. Did
doze off? she wondered. Sydney was returning,
slung over her right shoulder in a fireman's carry. The
appeared to be bound in an identical manner to Hannah, with the
exception of the crotch-cord and toes-to-braids hogtie.
She wiggled and thrashed, but was giving her captor little
difficulty. The diminutive redhead wasn't much of a
then, the Evil
Baroness wasn't any bigger. Syd's
so strong for her size,
Hannah thought, her eyes on her girlfriend's grinning features
naked rest-of-her). Strong
"I've got work to do," Alice whined. "Kayley's gonna tan
hide if you make me late for supper-prep. Ow!"
Sydney had smacked the captive's naked rump. "Settle
ordered, then set Alice on her bound feet.
Alice teetered and found her balance, then hopped in a
her captor and Hannah. This allowed Hannah to confirm that
fellow prisoner's wrists, little fingers,
and thumbs were bound
in the same awkward reverse-prayer as her own bonds.
of a cord yoking her shoulders and pinning the bondage to her
back, a short run linked Alice's wrists to the back staple of
Her freckled features in a piteous
Alice groused at her naked captor. "It'll be your fault
Sydney. Jillian will punish you,
Sydney was rolling up Alice's thrall's costume, a ragged burlap
a pair of sandals, and using one end of the rope belt to tie it
a bundle. She had held back Alice's loincloth, and was now
an overhand knot in its center, converting it into another
"You really are a bitch, you know that?" Alice huffed, but
resistance as the knot was shoved in her mouth, cinched tight
to make her cheeks bulge, and knotted at the nape of her neck,
her tousled curls.
"I do my best," Sydney purred, then picked up Alices's bundled
looped the rope belt around her wrist bonds, and tied a quick
knot. She'd left enough slack so the bundle dangled to the
of Alice's naked rump. "Now," Sydney said, "please tell
that I'll be putting the Saxon to bed early, so she can get into
spirit of her role."
"Mrmfh?" Alice and Hannah "asked", in unison.
"Hop along, Princess," Sydney chuckled, and gave Alice's rump
"Mrf!" Alice complained, heaved a sad sigh, and started hopping
considerable distance to the Keep's kitchen door. With her
insteps, and big toes bound, she had to take her time, pausing
between hops to maintain her balance. The fact that her
costume was swinging and bouncing against her rump with every
didn't help matters.
"I really am a bitch, aren't I?" Sydney whispered under her
then smiled down at Hannah. "Look at the way her tits
her hair flops with every hop. How she's going to open the
when she finally gets there, I have no idea; but I'm sure
will eventually notice
weak, pathetic efforts."
Hannah glared and directed a gagged growl in her gloating
Sydney laughed, knelt, and untied the cord enforcing Hannah's
Hannah straightened her legs, then growled again when Sydney
onto her back and straddled her waist.
"Yes, that's right," Sydney said, reaching out and cupping
breasts. "I know your part doesn't really start until just
our guests arrive, tomorrow, but Jillie and I decided you'd get
the spirit of things better if I chained you in the tower for
You know, method acting and all that."
Hannah sighed, and tried to ignore Sydney's gentle kneading of
boobilage. She could feel her nipples pop to attention,
little gals always did have minds of their own, reacting to
Syd's touch even when Hannah was doing her best to maintain a
façade of Righteous Disdain.
"But there's no need to rush things, is there?" Sydney
She reversed position, pried Hannah's thighs apart, to the limit
the Saxon Maiden's ankle bonds, and planted her lips on Hannah's
Hannah shivered and arched her back, both to protect her bound
and in reaction to Sydney's sucking lips and sliding tongue.
This is so unfair,
thought, so arbitrary and
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Late Afternoon~ The Deep Forest~
Miles From Anywhere~
Pilar trudged in her
kidnapper's wake. Their
guide was setting a quick pace, but it hadn't been too
been hourly rest breaks, and each time the sword-maiden had
her gag long
enough to give her a gulp of water. She very much
wasn't to alleviate her suffering but to maintain her value as
"merchandise". Pilar sighed through her gag.
Slavery was ubiquitous among the peoples and races of the
but it was a fate she'd always hoped to avoid. The life
of a Courtesan Dancer was hard enough, with the constant travel
having to avoid the rude hands of the locals (but without
and damaging the take). Temple dancing or a position at a
or some noble's feasting hall were options, but she preferred to
from caravan to caravan as a member of
the loose cadre of performers that always accompanied merchants
Pilar was always careful. Friendly and courteous to all
being too friendly),
always careful to do her share of the drudgery and to tithe the
Only a fool wanted to gain a reputation for burdening her fellow
performers and acting above her station. Divas sometimes
themselves alone in the wild, or collared and chained at the
rear of a
slave coffle. Pilar always did her best to fit in... and
But she'd been captured, nonetheless.
One night, well after the fires had burned low and all but the
watch were abed—she had
Pilar was alone in her tent. She had just removed her
jewelry. Okay, her "jewelry" was nothing more than gaudy
worth next to nothing, but they flashed in the firelight and
she danced, enhancing her act. Anyway, wearing only her
loincloth, she was about to remove her sandals—when she was
from behind, gagged before she could scream, bound hand and
carried through a slit in the back of her tent and into the
Why? Pilar had no idea. Okay, she was a dancer and was easy
eyes, and she wouldn't be difficult to trade for a few coins at
slaver's compound or some isolated castle, but her captor had
taken a terrible risk
in violating the
of Encampment. If the guards had caught her, she'd have
bound to a tree, and left for the wolves when the caravan moved
more likely), she'd have been sold into slavery, herself.
In any case, the female sell-sword hadn't been caught, and she'd
explained why she'd selected Pilar as a target—nor had she
anything else, on the occasions when she removed Pilar's
gag. They'd been on the move for days, to the point that
was nearing the point of exhaustion. Being a dancer,
she was in good shape, but being dragged through the forest
gagged, and nearly naked took its toll.
And then they'd rendezvoused with a Wood-Elf guide! The
little fey—Wood-Elves were notoriously
cute, and they made delightful dancers—seemed amused by
Pilar's captivity and made no move to rescue her, and why should
she? What was the
way one Human treated another to a Wood-Elf? As far as the
was concerned, Pilar
was the sword-maiden's livestock.
Pilar knew they were somewhere in the Deep Forest, north of
the Great Desert but well south of
the Hyborean Wastes, but she'd never been in these reaches
before. She suspected they were nearing their final
whatever it was, but neither her captor nor the guide had
their goal—not in her
The shadows were very long when they finally stopped for the
trail led across a creek fed by a waterfall that splashed its
through the mossy
boulders of a steep, forested hillside. They crossed by
a rude bridge of logs and planks, and then turned off the
Nestled against the hillside was a shallow cave, little more
sheltering hollow, but it would keep them dry in the unlikely
The end of Pilar's rope leash was knotted around a convenient
branch. This left plenty of slack for her to sit on a
boulder with a flat top. It felt good to be off her feet
The sword-maiden and Wood
Elf were shucking their satchels and bedrolls and making
camp. Pilar noticed a wooden post sunk into the mossy soil
opposite side of the cave. Carved into the post was a fox
leaping over an oak leaf and surrounded by a ring of
Underneath was a single word, "Adon", Elvish for "Peace".
language, this admonishment
to respect the Truce of Encampment always adorned
This was a common shelter, maintained by the local authority
for travelers. Apparently, in this case, that also meant
provision of a limited store of food and other supplies.
lifted a canvas tarp from a wooden chest and pulled out several
cloth-wrapped packets, an iron pot with a lid, and a large,
wicker-covered bottle of what was probably the local wine.
travelers were honor-bound to compensate their benefactors with
merchandise, but that certainly wasn't Pilar's concern... unless
she was the
question; but that was highly
A prime female slave (and Pilar knew she was "prime") was worth
more than the makings of a meal and the use of a cave for one
"My fellow elves have provided," their fey guide explained, with
graceful gesture, then smiled at the mercenary. "If you
water-skins, I'll start a fire
and prepare our meal." She nodded towards Pilar, then
the waterfall. "And maybe you can clean your catch."
"I have better things to do than scrub the trail dirt off a
whore," the Warrior-Maid chuckled.
"I'll do it," the elf offered, with a giggle. "I've never
chance to sample a Desert Nomad female."
The warrior-maid shrugged. "Whatever, as long as you don't
"I wouldn't think of it," the elf giggled, batting her eyes at
wondered. Well... at
I'll get clean. That'll be good. And it's not like
never been 'sampled' before.
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lay back against her bedroll and sipped a cup of wine as she
the show at the waterfall. The little elf had removed her
skimpy clothing, the dancer's loincloth and sandals, and was
with the bound and gagged captive under the waterfall, scrubbing
body—scrubbing both their
her hands. The prisoner seemed to be enjoying the
cool water... or maybe
it was the way the elf was rubbing her glistening,
well-tanned skin. The dancer shook her head and her dark,
fanned and scattered countless droplets of clear water.
last direct rays of the sun, forming a flash of a rainbow.
She's certainly a beauty,
Ashley mused. Her
might pay me extra for this one. What the
Foxwood intended to do with her new acquisition Ashley had no
She probably already had noble buyers lined up, all of whom
a quality tidbit like the dancer. It was a pity Ashley
couldn't discover who they were and deal
directly, but such clients would probably sneer at a Borderlands
like herself, if she tried.
Their supper, some sort of savory stew, was simmering over the
the campfire. A fresh loaf of bread, wrapped in a cloth,
warming on the ring of stones.
Ashley smiled. The dancer was moaning and writhing under
splashing water. The elf-maid had one arm around her
captive's waist and was sliding her hands between the dancer's
caressing her sex and thighs. The wet, pale scamp was also
licking and lightly nibbling on the captive's erect nipples, and
smiling up into the prisoner's
gagged face. Bathing was no longer the issue. Both
clean as they were going to get, without soap. The elf was
on the "sampling" portion of her agenda, and it was clear the
was not entirely opposed to her efforts.
Life is good, Ashley
thought, lifting the pot's lid and stirring the bubbling stew
whittled stick. I may
battle, tomorrow... but tonight... life is good.
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ALL SALES ARE FINAL