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and tugged on her chains in frustration. How could I be so stupid?
chided herself. When
that no one in this gods-cursed world can be trusted?
Lady Foxwood was a slaver, and slavers took slaves, and Ashley had made it perfectly
she was not and never
be a Foxwood
retainer—but that didn't
make her fair game, did it? She sighed, again. Of course it did.
Once Ashley was gagged, Her Ladyship's elven retainers had
from the hot tub and bound her wrists behind her back.
struggled, of course—by the
Tits she'd struggled—but the elves were expert in the
handling of captives. They didn't re-tie her wrists until
they'd added enough additional rope to make her truly helpless,
then had wrenched them back against her spine and lashed them
With all of them naked, and Ashley dripping
wet and slippery as the proverbial eel, you'd think she
had some advantage,
Lady Foxwood's dagger remained near her throat and Her
hair through the entire process.
In short order, tight bands of rope pinned Ashley's arms to her
passing above and below her breasts, and her hair was gathered,
doubled, and tied back to her crossed and bound wrists.
chin up and severely restricted her ability to move her
hobbled about a foot apart—obviously, so
she would be able to walk but not kick—and she was dragged to
feet. Ashley glared at Lady Foxwood as best she could, as
used a long
coil of hemp to give her a tight
rope. The labia
butt-cleaving binding had two long free ends, one in front and
other behind, and the elves used them as leads. A rope
collar would have been just as effective, but Ashley was sure
pointy-eared bitches were
crotch-tether arrangement to humiliate
her, the same reason they'd included her hair in her
Lady Foxwood tossed her dagger aside and smiled, looking
and supremely angry, helpless
and down with a professional eye.
"Yes," she purred. "I'm sure such a choice item will find
auction. In fact, I can almost guarantee it."
Despite the awkwardness of her bonds, Ashley lunged forward and
grinning, red-haired villainess—but Her Ladyship danced back and
never even came close to connecting. Both elves took in
crotch-leads and Cody grabbed the knotted ponytail, tightening
"A pity there's no time to indulge
by teaching her some manners," Lady Foxwood
continued, still smiling, "but the buyer I have in mind enjoys breaking
fillies... of the four and two-legged
focused on Cody. "The tower—and tire her out a
can't have her trying this nonsense on a noble guest." She
reached out and placed her right palm on the side of Ashley's
face and gave the panting, glaring prisoner a gentle
"You're not free anymore, Ashley," she said... then gave the
face a businesslike slap.
never be free again."
Ashley remembered the knot of despair that had twisted her
Lady Foxwood turned, walked down the steps into the pool, and
swam away into the cool waters. She also remembered
her head to focus on
Alice, the little red-haired
thrall. Naked and kneeling in her chains, her grubby,
gazed up at Ashley in sad misery. It had been a
of silent mutual
commiseration, something totally new to Ashley, as, until this
treacherous turn of events, she had made her
living capturing and
selling such maidens as if they were game animals. She'd
given the feelings of her prey a second thought... or, more
a first thought.
naked elves had dragged Ashley away, to the changing room.
She was tethered between two
her handlers dressed, and then was dragged up the stairs of the
Tower to a
third-floor cell. Her rope bonds were swapped for iron
manacles and shackles, then Cricket stepped into the hallway and
a crank. The manacle chains slithered up through a hole in
ceiling and her arms were dragged relentlessly upwards, until
full-length and up on her toes. Surprisingly, Cody removed
gag, then turned and left the cell. Of course, Ashley
cursed as the door was closed and locked, but was ignored.
Finally... after several minutes of futile tugging, twisting,
chain-encumbered kicking... she settled down. Anger and
warred in her heart as she hung in her chains and
maintain her courage.
My courage, she mused.
Courage in battle had never been a
problem for Ashley. Once she'd gained skill with weapons
and a little confidence, and especially
once she'd passed the milestone of her
first deadly combat, Ashley had taken for granted her ability to
control her fear and
channel it into the state of hyper-awareness she called the
True, she'd made her share of mistakes, and she'd even been
opponents on more than one occasion—but she'd always managed to
the tables or
escape, and her courage had never wavered.
This felt different. Lady Foxwood and her
were expert slavers. They knew all the tricks... all the
Ashley had ever learned, anyway.
Minutes turned into an hour... one hour into two. The
the bars of the cell's single window grew ever longer as the
made its relentless journey to the
thought. She talked
buyers and an auction, and one buyer in particular.
get a chance to escape
tonight... or tomorrow... or whenever my new
'owner' decides to move me. She tugged on her
more to alleviate her boredom than to escape.
were beginning to ache... but her predicament wasn't too bad. Cricket had
her just enough slack to ease her heels to the floor, if she
wanted to really stretch
her spine and
increase the pressure on her wrists and hands.
She'd settled into a pattern of allowing herself to hang for
minutes, to favor her feet and calves... and then to go back up
to favor her wrists. She knew that eventually, if her
left her like this for several more hours,
she would tire to the point that she would have no choice but to
from her chains. Then, the struggle would be to see how
could continue breathing, to see how long it would be before the
of total exhaustion.
by suspension was a slow and agonizing ordeal.
But she knew that death wouldn't be her fate. She was of
Lady Foxwood as a corpse... unless one of the "buyers" was a
cannibal. They were simply tiring her out, as Her Ladyship
ordered... and it was working.
A key rattled in the cell door's lock, there was a pause, and
Ashley lifted her head as the Mistress of the Keep strolled into
cell. She considered cursing and spitting in her noble
captor's face, but just didn't have the energy. Yes, it's working, she
tiring me out.
Her Ladyship had changed into one of her fine velvet
a deep shade of olive, with red-gold vines and pale blue flowers
throughout. Her long, copper-red hair was in French
braids, and a
whisper-thin silk veil, dyed a dull gold, covered her
golden band encircled her brow and held it in place. She
Ashley's naked captivity and smiled.
"Come to gloat," Ashley muttered. It was a statement, not
"And to check on my retainers' work," Jillian purred. She
out, cupped Ashley's left breast with her right hand, and gave
"I'm going to kill you," Ashley said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Life is full of uncertainty," Her Ladyship chuckled, as she
fondled her captive's breast.
Ashley turned her face away. Her nipples—both her
blossoming erect. Lady Foxwood was expert in all aspects of the handling
"That is really what I came to tell you," Jillian
"Life is full of uncertainty, Ashley. You should be
Ashley frowned, and turned her face back to her captor. What the hell is she trying to
(Ashley considered dropping out of character to ask... but
with the flow.) "I'm going to gut you like a fish," she
"I'm going to skin you like a hare I've snared for my supper."
"Yes," Lady Foxwood responded, "but you'd have to escape, first,
wouldn't you?" An infuriatingly unconcerned smile curled
"No prisoner has ever escaped from my tower... or my training
torture chambers." She let her hand slide down Ashley's
taut stomach to her crotch.
Ashley gasped as Jillian cupped her sex, slid her middle finger
between her labia, and slowly, gently caressed her clitoris.
"Hmm... you're wet, Ashley," Jillian purred. "I guess
agrees with you."
"I'm going to cut off that hand," Ashley hissed, through
teeth. "I'm going to wear your ugly orange scalp on my
belt as a
Jillian took a step back, her smile never wavering. "Like
said, life is full of uncertainty." She sauntered
through the door, accompanied by the swish of lush velvet.
must be ever ready for the occasional... surprise."
then closed and locked the door.
(What the hell was that about?
Ashley-the-paying-customer wondered. What was she
trying to tell me... that Connie's come up with a new
character for one
the regulars? I've already
agreed to be 'surprised'... so what was she trying to say?)
Ashley tugged on her chains. They were still inescapable,
feet still hurt... a little... nothing she couldn't handle...
sun was only just now beginning to set.
(Well, whatever happens,
it's a little
late to start getting picky about the parameters of the
My best, last, and most graceful
chance to do that has already passed. I hate it
when she gets all mysterious like this.)
The Languishing Prisoner tugged on
her manacles, again... and a thrill
down her spine and quivered through
(Actually... I love it.)
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
hour after sunset
when she heard her cell door being unlocked. It was time.
The door opened and Cricket crept through. The grinning
still dressed as an elf-retainer, but now her costume more or
matched what Cody
wearing earlier, rather than the more abbreviated Wood-Elf
she'd worn as Ashley and Pilar's guide.
In addition, torcs of hammered gold, in the form of vines with
arrowhead-shaped leaves, coiled around
her biceps. She was also wearing earrings with dangling
moonstone beads. To complete the ensemble (and to make her role
the scenario crystal clear), a multi-tailed flogger was tucked
belt and the
hilt of a
dagger peeked from the top of her right boot.
"Your formal elf-handler
Cricket giggled (softly) and executed a graceful curtsy.
added similar refinements to her costume," she whispered back,
fingering one of the torcs.
we have a noble visitor."
held up the burlap sack in
left hand. "Ready?"
Hannah favored the smiling elf with a pitiful pout.
"I'm not looking forward to this part," she sighed.
Cricket smiled. "You're not foolin' anybody," she
dumped out the
contents of the bag, knelt down,
Hannah's chains. In short order the Saxon Maiden was
free, unencumbered by rope or chains for the first time in more
Quick as a flash, Hannah grabbed Cricket, pinned her arms
behind her back, and clamped a hand over her mouth. The
elf struggled and moaned (softly) through her captor's hand.
"Shhh... quiet," Hannah whispered, her lips less than an inch
Cricket's right ear. She thrust her tongue into the
fey's ear, being careful not to damage the pointed attachment
glued to the outer shell. She then nuzzled Cricket's
neck. "Maybe I should
turn the tables," she whispered. "What you think? I
you hogtied and gagged, sneak out of the Keep and into the
we turn this into a 'Hunt the Escaped Saxon' scenario?"
took her hand away.
"And spoil Connie's carefully crafted plan?" Cricket whispered
back. "There are three
customers involved. If you
throw this in the crapper, Jillie won't let you near another
orange-banner scenario for a year,
"Umm... you think she'd fire me?"
Cricket giggled. "No, just chain you in the oubliette and
let you out if somethin' needs fixin'—Ahh—M'mfh!"
Hannah had released Crickets arms, reached around her body, and
caressing the squirming elf's
crotch. At the same time, she'd restored her
probably right," she whispered, and licked Cricket's neck.
Hannah released her hand. "What?"
"Stop, Hannah-bear," Cricket whined, continuing to squirm.
don't have time!"
Hannah sighed, stopped handling her handler, and took a step
back. "I guess you're right. By the way, where's
"Down in the kitchen," Cricket answered. "With Kay-bear's
about to go active, everybody not looking after the Noble Guest
to help with the dinner-prep. She'll be up to help me with
Pilar and Ashley as quick as she can."
Hannah nodded and accepted a "spider-gag" from her now
handler. It was a
ring-gag, with four curved flanges that helped anchor the
ring in her gaping mouth. She dropped her jaw and seated
teeth, then buckled the attached strap at the nape of her neck,
cinching it tight until her cheeks bulged. Next, Cricket
her part two of her gag-for-the-evening, a bulbous chamois sack
attached to a flap of thin leather. The cloth-stuffed
two parts. The first part was firm, but pliant enough to
and slide through
the ring before it re-expanded to more-or-less pack her
mouth. The remainder
was decidedly less firm, and as she buckled the flap, it padded
filled the space
between the ring and her lips. The flap completely covered
lower face, but allowed the ends of the four, underlying
protrude. Hannah finished buckling the
flap's roller buckle over the buckle of the ring-gag, and knew
to be very well-gagged.
"Sooo pretty," Cricket
whispered. "I love the way I can see the
outline of your lips, but can tell there's some serious packing in
there. Turn around." Hannah complied, and Cricket
length of hemp to bind the Saxon Maid's elbows together, behind
back. Next, a new pair of manacles were clamped around her
wrists, in front. They were thick-walled, heavy,
chamois leather, and were joined
across her belly by several links of stout chain with a large
the center. Finally, shackles with a foot of hobbling
locked around her ankles.
"Time to go," Cricket whispered, then quietly snapped her
smile broadened. "Silly
me, I'm forgetting something, aren't I?" She picked up the
bag, dropped it over Hannah's head, cinched its drawstring
her throat, and
tied a quick bow.
"Mrmf!" Hannah complained, stomping her right foot for emphasis.
"You know the rules," Cricket giggled. "In an
scenario, we have to be prepared to encounter a guest at
"Nrm'nrf'rmf!" Hannah objected, and stomped her foot, again.
"Oh, you're right, of course," Cricket agreed (pretending to
Hannah's complaint). "The odds of meeting a guest in the
Tower, other than the two already locked safely away in their
are slim and none, but... you know, due diligence."
She hugged the nude, helpless, and hooded prisoner from the
her right arm around her waist, and used her left hand to grab
the manacle chain. "I won't let you fall, Hannah-bear,"
whispered. "I know we practiced this with me and Cody as your guides,
careful. We'll take it nice and slow and I
won't let you fall."
With clinking, clanking, chain-encumbered, shuffling steps,
led through the cell door, out into the hallway, and down the
"It's scary being helpless and totally dependent like this," Cricket
A thrill shivered through Hannah's sex. It sure is! she agreed... horribly, wonderfully scary.
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
Dragged to Their
looked up when she heard her cell being unlocked. She's
been lying on a loose pile of straw and
wondering what was to come. As the afternoon progressed,
she'd heard various comings and goings out in the hallway, the
chains, doors opening and closing, and what may have been (and
was) the shouts and/or gagged, mewling moans of one or more
prisoners. The Stone Tower
wasn't exactly a beehive of activity, but she could tell hers
the only sad tale of capture and enslavement playing itself out.
She hastily climbed to her feet, brushed the straw from her
the chain from her collar
behind her back. She then knelt on the straw, placed her
lowered her head, letting her hair fall across her face. Let
them continue to think I am subservient, she
thought. If there is a
chance to escape, it might
improve the odds of success.
The door opened and both of the Wood-Elf retainers
had a burlap sack in her left hand and Cody was clutching a
staff with a noose attached to one end.
"One that knows her place," Cricket giggled, as she stepped
behind the kneeling captive.
Pilar watched as she pulled a length of hemp rope from the
"What are you going to—Ah!"
Cody had dropped the pole's noose over her head and pulled it
talking, slave," she growled, gripping the pole and immobilizing
Cricket bound Pilar's elbows together, behind her back.
clamped her wrists in padded iron cuffs, in front. Then,
joined by a hobbling chain were locked around her ankles.
The tight noose and position of the pole prevented Pilar from
her chin to examine her
new bonds, but she could feel the chain stretching between the
heavy manacles press against her tummy. Two separate gags
a ring-gag with four attached prongs that curved and pressed
her face, and a chamois plug-gag that packed her mouth, on both
of the ring. The plug-gag was buckled over the ring-gag,
her mouth with a
wide, thin flap of leather. Whether or not Pilar chose to
her handlers and remain silent was now very much a moot issue.
The iron collar linking her to the wall was
Pilar's neck, followed by Cody's noose; but, immediately, the
sack was dropped over her head and its drawstring pulled tight
secured around her throat. Blind, naked, and helpless, she
hauled to her feet and led from the cell. With
an elf clutching each arm, she felt safe enough as she shuffled
even on the stairs, but it was a somewhat distressing (and
suspenseful) journey from the tower to the more public areas of
They entered some sort of common room,
and Pilar was led up a couple of steps and onto some sort of
platform or deck. It's
she decided. Are they
make me dance? There was a click as something was
to the ring in the center of her manacle chain. Then, her
pulled apart until her shackles' hobbling chain snapped taut,
were two more clicks. Something rigid and about a
now linked the shackles, preventing her from closing her
Her elbows were untied, then, somewhere behind her, a rattling,
clanking noise started, and her manacles were pulled
This continued until her arms were stretched full-length over
and her heels threatened to leave the floor. Then,
the clanking stopped and her handlers stepped away. Their
tapped down the stage's steps... but Pilar could tell she was
The sounds and smells of a meal being served and consumed filled
air, as well as the sound of clinking chains. Pilar's
growled. She'd had nothing to eat since the evening
delicious elven stew at the waterfall campsite. She was
hungry. She was also more than a little scared. What's
going on? she wondered. The clink and clatter of
chains continued, but not a word was spoken. The boards
under Pilar's feet, and she surmised that someone else was with
stage. Pilar listened closely, and heard the creak of a
twisting as her unknown companion tested what could possibly be similar bonds to her
own. Of course, until the hood came off her head, she
sure, and it was pointless to
She heard liquid splashing, possibly into a cup... and then a
delicious, meaty odor filled the air as chains clanked from one
the hall to the other. A
captive servant is bringing roasted meat to one of
the diners, she decided... and her stomach growled,
Whatever happens, whatever
fate, I hope it includes dinner... and soon.
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
came for her, Ashley fought like a tigress... a chained
and more-or-less helpless tigress pitted against two expert
Despite several minutes of sweat and strain, she found herself
elbows bound behind her back, a chain
stretched across her stomach and linked to the padded iron
and with hobbling shackles on her ankles. She was gagged
spider-gag, and then a strap gag was added. It had a
flap of leather
and a plug of chamois-covered stuffing that more-or-less filled
mouth to capacity. Adding to her restrained
helplessness, a burlap hood was pulled over her struggling head
Next, mewling through her gag and continuing to fight, she was
her cell and down the tower stairs. She was familiar
the Keep to tell the elves were taking her to the Common Room,
and smells she could tell the evening meal was in
was led up onto a platform, probably the stage used by the
Keep's troupe of musicians to entertain Lady Foxwood and her
guests, a chain was attached to her manacle chain, and her legs
spread and her shackles attached to a rod or pole of about
As her elbows were untied, a winch clanked and the manacle chain
to drag her hands towards
the ceiling. She bucked, struggled, tugged on her
forced well-muffled curses past her gag as her arms were pulled
her head and she was stretched nearly up onto her toes, and then
handlers clomped off the stage... and the waiting
Ashley tugged on her manacles in frustration, then forced
(What did Connie come up with
time? Ashley-the-customer wondered. Whatever it is... I know it's gonna be good.
had always been a Top in her Foxwood adventures, but this
time, to mix things up, she'd agreed to try being a
to that the
deliberate uncertainty of the details of the rest of the
(plus the "surprise" Jillian had so cryptically warned her
and the suspense was... delicious. Time passed as the
diners, whoever they were, consumed their meal... no, their feast, if
Kayley was true to form... and when was Kayley not true to form?
clatter of knives and the splash of cups being refilled
continued, accompanied by what was probably the clink of Alice
serving chains as she moved from table to table. Yes... this is going to be
Pillie and I are going to be sold!)
|| Tales of the Foxwood B&B: ASAF
many long minutes before Ashley heard boots returning... but
they passed her by and clattered and clopped to the other end of
stage. Seconds passed, then they came closer. There
was another pause... then they finally came to her.
tugged on the drawstring of her burlap hood and it was pulled
head. She blinked in the glare of the sudden light and
head to clear
her hair from her face. The grinning elves were standing
in front of her, more-or-less blocking her view of most of the
Common Room. To her immediate right was Pilar, in Ashley's
identical condition: naked, double-gagged, shackled ankles held
apart by an iron spreader-bar, and her arms raised and wrists
in padded manacles.
To Pilar's right was a third
also naked and
identically restrained—and she was a complete stranger!
skin, a trim, athletic body, and her long, blond hair was parted
middle and plaited in two braids. She gazed at Ashley with
tired (gorgeous) blue eyes.
this the surprise Jillian warned me about? Ashley
wondered. A third
prisoner? It doesn't seem like that much of a surprise. She
sure is beautiful! Ashley caught Pilar's eye and
the blonde's direction. Pilar smiled (with her eyes) and
shrugged... probably. Their
body English was severely restricted by their bonds. A stranger to Pillie, as well,
Ashley turned her head and focused past the row of brightly
globes" at their feet and into the dining area. Off to the
and in the back she could see a cloaked figure, sitting alone at
small table. The cloak's hood was up and pulled forward,
Ashley could really make
was a pair of gloved hands using a small dagger to slice chunks
small roast. Whoever the diner was, she—Ashley
was sure she was probably a
she—was little more than a dark shadow.
Over Cricket's left shoulder, Ashley could see a second cloaked
hooded figure, definitely female (and, in fact, Ashley instantly
was (in the
scenario), her cloak was a deep indigo and was decorated with
multi-point stars and strange symbols, all embroidered with dull
thread. She threw back the cloak's hood, revealing her
smiling face. A narrow, horizontal, black raccoon mask was
painted across her eyes, and the remarkable, pale blue
orbs shone in the dim light like glowing sapphires. The
vision turned her head, revealing a long shock of
silver-white among her otherwise dark tresses.
(She's playing a witch or
Ashley realized. Perfect!)
Cricket moved to Cody's right, and Alice and a table with two
came into view.
Poor Alice was a little cleaner than she'd been when Ashley
last saw her in the Roman Bath, but she was still grubby and
in the same
serving chains and chastity belt. In addition, a leather
headstall anchored a thick wooden bit in her mouth. It was
buckled over her long, copper-red hair and secured by a padlock
nape of her neck. A silver ewer wrapped in white cloth was
clutched in her hands. From the purple stain under the
Ashley surmised it contained wine.
To Alice's right and seated at the table was Lady Foxwood,
in the same gown, veil, and golden headband she had worn
A silver plate with the remnants of her meal was before
Ladyship smiled at Ashley and Ashley glared back at her captor; but managed to
suppress the growl that had
been building in her throat. What was the point in
herself by demonstrating
the effectiveness of her gag?
Cody and Cricket stepped to the left, and the other diner came
view, and it was—
Ashley's eyes popped wide, and a startled yelp was
swallowed by her gag—and all doubt as to the exact nature of
Jillian's forewarned "surprise" was instantly dispelled!
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